(sigh) The high track in central Vancouver was such an eye-candy paradise way back when. Those women seemed so poised and immaculate and their numbers and lack of LE concerns made for what may still be the finest backdrop I've ever known of in this arena. To just circle one square block which included Richards and Helmcken over and over again, on foot or in a car, made for some exciting contemplations. That particular square block thrived all winter long well into the 1990's, but it was at its best in the 1980's, so it seemed.
It was always: "Would you like some company tonight??" and then: "Can you spend a hundred dollars?" (and then the UP-SELL was rather criminal from that point... perhaps assuring that the earlier fantasies would likely be way better than the realities). On occasion it was fun to accompany some starlet up to her high-rise apartment not far away... wondering if her parade of suitors was particularly blatant in the eyes of other apartment dwellers.
And then there was the strip club across the street... where working girls permiated the crowd and attempted to arrange liaisons as the debauchery progressed through the evening.
LOL - Was it a... Kate Moss billboard outside that was routinely pelted with nail polish thrown by the bottle from the working girls below???
While it would have been splendid to have millions of $$$ to test-drive the high-track starlets of the day, I would still state with confidence that my very favorite encounters procured from the Vancouver streets were typically the single moms trying to make ends meet by sneaking out to the mid-track for a couple of nights late in a typical month. They often arrived there with greater appreciation and less emotionally guarded than were their full-time brethren.
Online forums such as this one allow the chance that the ladies can display an element of their minds that isn't especially featured during the quick drive-bys outside, where first-impressions so often seal the deal... and those opportunities to witness a woman's mind engaged tend to make most seem more attractive. Yet there is just something about the ages-old street encounter between buyer and seller that cannot really be replicated. Maybe the environment is a lot like that of a so-called "meat market" where because of the $$$$ involved, improbable male suitors can play the part of the rare studs (er, slick-talking studs who can melt a girl's heart with their pout) who are rumored to have their way at those meat markets. Impulse buying is seldom more prominent than it was on the streets of Vancouver in the 1980's and early 1990's.
And if you were merely an awe-struck teen boy at the time, a late night meal at the hopping little diner at the corner of Richards and Helmcken could fuel your teenage fantasies for a week or two.
All hail the non-forgotten street scenes of long-ago Vancouver.
It was always: "Would you like some company tonight??" and then: "Can you spend a hundred dollars?" (and then the UP-SELL was rather criminal from that point... perhaps assuring that the earlier fantasies would likely be way better than the realities). On occasion it was fun to accompany some starlet up to her high-rise apartment not far away... wondering if her parade of suitors was particularly blatant in the eyes of other apartment dwellers.
And then there was the strip club across the street... where working girls permiated the crowd and attempted to arrange liaisons as the debauchery progressed through the evening.
LOL - Was it a... Kate Moss billboard outside that was routinely pelted with nail polish thrown by the bottle from the working girls below???
While it would have been splendid to have millions of $$$ to test-drive the high-track starlets of the day, I would still state with confidence that my very favorite encounters procured from the Vancouver streets were typically the single moms trying to make ends meet by sneaking out to the mid-track for a couple of nights late in a typical month. They often arrived there with greater appreciation and less emotionally guarded than were their full-time brethren.
Online forums such as this one allow the chance that the ladies can display an element of their minds that isn't especially featured during the quick drive-bys outside, where first-impressions so often seal the deal... and those opportunities to witness a woman's mind engaged tend to make most seem more attractive. Yet there is just something about the ages-old street encounter between buyer and seller that cannot really be replicated. Maybe the environment is a lot like that of a so-called "meat market" where because of the $$$$ involved, improbable male suitors can play the part of the rare studs (er, slick-talking studs who can melt a girl's heart with their pout) who are rumored to have their way at those meat markets. Impulse buying is seldom more prominent than it was on the streets of Vancouver in the 1980's and early 1990's.
And if you were merely an awe-struck teen boy at the time, a late night meal at the hopping little diner at the corner of Richards and Helmcken could fuel your teenage fantasies for a week or two.
All hail the non-forgotten street scenes of long-ago Vancouver.
