I hit on Halle Berry pretty hard for about 10 minutes at a modeling agency party in her home town until the loaded owner of said agency (90 ft. yacht afloat outside at dock) disrupted the conversation.
The conversation was going well enough in my favor that it sparked his interest (or so it seemed from my peripheral vision) as he shuffled over toward us. I never let on to the fact I knew who she was, but about 15 steps before her "date" or man, or whatever he was to her at the time, got near us I asked discretely:" Are you..." (never saying her name).., And she said: "yes."
Had a few chuckles about that one. The guy was the owner of the modeling agency and was quick to barge in between us and introduce himself. I said some shit that appealed to his ego, discussed his business, and went about the rest of the event drinking their champagne and chatting up models.
The conversation was going well enough in my favor that it sparked his interest (or so it seemed from my peripheral vision) as he shuffled over toward us. I never let on to the fact I knew who she was, but about 15 steps before her "date" or man, or whatever he was to her at the time, got near us I asked discretely:" Are you..." (never saying her name).., And she said: "yes."
Had a few chuckles about that one. The guy was the owner of the modeling agency and was quick to barge in between us and introduce himself. I said some shit that appealed to his ego, discussed his business, and went about the rest of the event drinking their champagne and chatting up models.