Walked to apartment building. Approached one of the parasailing men. The kite lifted him maybe three feet off the ground. Felt ‘on a roll’ from the turtle interaction and said ‘that looks like fun.’ He said ‘it is, you pull this lever here, see? When you want to release, see?’ I extended my arm noncommittally, feeling ‘expected to’ do this. He said ‘wanna try?’ I said ‘yeah’ and grazed the main handle-stick, which he pulled away fast. He said ‘oh no no, no, no. Very dangerous. You need harness [patted his harness]. A man, he try? It lift him up over traffic and drop him, eh?’ I said ‘oh no.’ He said ‘no, no. No, you need lessons. I’m professional, see. You need harness like me. You learn how to do it, see? You don’t just do it.’ I said ‘can I take lessons from you?’ He said something about a service called ‘guide tours’ or ‘kite tours’ and pointed to the other two men with parasail kites. He said something about Brooklyn. I asked if I could take lessons from him. He said ‘from me? No, Brooklyn? There is a female, female teacher in Brooklyn.’ I said ‘and it’s called ‘guide tours?” He said ‘yeah, just look up, you know? The guy over there, he knows. Ask him, over there, he knows.’ I pointed and said ‘I should ask him?’ He said ‘yeah he teach. But I give discounts, I give cheaper deals to you’ and smiled. I smiled and didn’t know what to say. He said ‘ask that guy over there, he knows.’ I said ‘okay, I’ll just ask him, thanks’ and I walked to the other two men. Both wore harnesess, one held a parasail kite that sometimes lifted him a few feet off the ground. Couldn’t discern which man I was supposed to ask. Stood and watched them from at distance close enough to make me feel like I was stalking them deviously. Stalking with ill-intentions, perpetrator, ‘getting off on this’ somehow. It was like if they were sitting behind me at a café and I knew they could see me not-so-subtley playing their YouTube channels full-screen at full volume, from a chair where I sometimes turned to grin ‘non-threateningly’ at them. The man in red didn’t react. The parasail took the other man away. I said ‘excuse me, do you give lessons for that?’ The man in red looked at me then looked away as he mumbled something like ‘no, no lessons, this is just my friend.’ I said ‘oh, he told me to ask you’ and pointed vaguely in the direction I came. The man in red said something I didn’t understand, looking left and right, mostly at the ground. I said ‘sorry, I’m sorry,’ as I walked towards the road. I don’t know where I was looking when I said that but it wasn’t at him.