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Edited on Sat Apr-21-07 01:29 AM by Redstone
Though the replies will be nowhere near as funny as the replies to your thread.
Not to be immodest, but I've actually had women pick me up, and I never minded that. Some that worked:
"You have beautiful hands."
"I'm a painter, and I want you to pose for a nude portrait." (She later claimed that she said that because I'm long-waisted.)
Another woman was sitting at a table with a group of people, and one of them was (I shit you not) one of those WWF-type "professional wrestlers." I'm not a small guy, but this dude was a fucking Man Mountain, with arms like legs, the mullet on his head, the lace-up boots, the whole bit. He walked up to me where I was sitting at the bar, and rumbled, "There's a lady over there who wants to dance with you." I explained to him that I don't dance, because I have a plastic kneecap, but tell her I said thank you very much anyway. Two minutes later, and he's coming back again, and I'm thinking, "OK, this is the part where I die." But he just re-rumbled, "You don't understand, she REALLY wants you to dance with her. And I think you should." So I said something on the order of "Yessir, yessir, three bags full, sir," and followed him to the table, and I'm glad I did. I ended up having a wonderful relationship for a while with a great woman, and if it weren't for the arrival of Mrs on the scene, might be with her yet.
But the best pickup line was no line at all, at least no verbal one. She sat next to me in a bar in New Jersey, and slipped her hand into my pants pocket. Nothing overtly sexual, just put her hand there and let me feel how warm it was against my leg. I ended up driving to Houston (from Philadelphia) a month later to find her, did, and lived with her for a year and a half.
Your stories?
Redstone
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