Showing posts with label pickup lines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pickup lines. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Attractive girls and "normal" guys

I was actually going to cover this topic this week, but blogger Ms. Mandy beat me to the punch in a short read titled quick comment.

Part of what she says:

Attractive girls are more willing to take someone on personality because they, one, can be more selective, and two, know what looks count for. I am not the most beautiful girl in the room. However I am striking, noticeably striking. I am not a Claudia Schieffer. I'm not bombshell good looking, but I have always gotten a lot of attention from males. And after a while it becomes tiresome and redundant. You hear the same corny pick up lines, you here the same compliments, and it ceases to matter. And you begin to realize it ain't a bed of roses. And all the attention that I get is not good attention.


That's exactly right.  I left a long, drawn out comment over on her blog, so go read it.  To continue on my comment and include some reference to her post, I don't use pick up lines.  I almost never compliment a woman.  The only time I'll raise a compliment in her favor is if she compliments me first.  This isn't a mind game, it's common sense.

I see two gals in a bar: a beautiful one and an average one.  The average one will likely shoot me down, the beautiful one will likely talk to me based on just one simple introductory phrase: "Hi, what's your name?"  That's it.  Not "Hey, beautiful, I'm ChicagoSane."  If she gives me her name, bonus.  I'll talk.  If she then asks for my name, double bonus: she's showing some interest.

What is the point of telling someone something they already know (in the form of a compliment)?  I'd rather be the one who gets to know a gorgeous, sexy woman (or an average one!) who never says "Wow, you're hot" but maybe a few weeks into it says "I'm amazed at how well you know Sartre."  And I won't even say that until I get a few "You have a great ass!" or "Your smile is amazing" from her.

I don't feed women shit.  I don't feed them lines.  I don't tell corny jokes.  I don't play the field at a bar looking for "the best." If I see someone cute, I'll say hi.  If she shoots me down, who cares?  Of all the women who have shot me down in 20 years of dating (HUNDREDS of women), I've run into maybe 5 more than once.

Thanks to Ms. Mandy for covering a really important topic.

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