I totally dig that my fiance plays guitar. He played it for me on our second date and I fell hard for him… and some of the stuff he was playing was Stephen Lynch songs… I still fell for him. I love listening to him play.
I think a lot depends on the social setting.
Many years ago, when I was volunteering on an archaeological dig, my best friend brought his guitar and played it nights; this proved the perfect chick magnet, because it created a reason for women to hang out with us evenings - to listen to the guitar. We both benefited from this!
I laughed my ass off, then I got to the end.
Yep…13 years of bass for me…
Good lord I need to jump into this thread, but have a ton of work to do. Argh.
In short: I totally started to play guitar to become a chick magnet, after seeing a guy play Landslide on acoustic and the girls totally swooned. It only about 6 months in did I stop and acknowledge that he was a star football player, had a tricked out '68 Mustang and was a really handsome, nice guy. I could only see the guitar - and by that time, I was starting to realize that I kinda dug the instrument for its own sake.
Over the years, I would say that guitar is an opener or closer but not the substance of being able to work your mojo with the ladies. Walking up with a swagger after pulling off a monster song at the end of a set never hurts but then you actually have to, you know, communicate.
I’m female, and I think being a musician of any sort automatically doubles male hotness. Even a tuba or an accordion would do. (However, Lemmy of Motorhead could multiply his hotness by ten and still have a long way to go).
When I married my husband, I knew that he had once had a few guitar lessons. But the day he actually pulled the guitar out of the back of the closet and strummed a few chords…it was, “Okay, put that down. Time for sex!”
It’s worth noting this isn’t just a guy thing. A girl that can play guitar doubles in hotness, too.
One thing that I noticed about growing up in the 80’s and the evolution of this particular gambit, was that eventually the guitar became superfluous. All that you had to do was dress in spandex, leather, or denim; grow your hair long and “tease it big” with a can of hairspray and go out on the prowl. It was enough that you looked like a glam or heavy metal rockstar or resembled a member of a band to get the chicks, entirely independent of your musical ability.
Yes, and what adds the confusion is that if someone interviewed Mr. Handsome Nice Guy what he thinks attracted women, he might say it was his “guitar playing.” Many men and women often don’t realize what makes them attractive to the opposite gender and point to something outward (such as a guitar.)
Physically attractive, nice personality, smiles is 99%. Guitar might help 0.01%
If you’re not physically attractive, then spend time learning how to get rich on Wall Street. Money actually has proven to be a suitable substitute for good looks. This doesn’t hold true for guitars. Guitars only help the guys that are already good looking.
Submitted for your enjoyment yet again: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9JYq-mXprw
Pretty much.
I would add, however, that putting a woman behind an instrument does immediately make her, without one word of hyperbole, one thousand percent hotter than she would ordinarily be, and more efficiently than it would for a man. The instrument says; “Look, I clutch this totem of masculinity in my tiny fingers and yet I am fragrant like a summer tulip. Do you like my flange”.
Semi Hijackery: I’d also take drummers over guitarists any day, thank you. It’s so much more visceral. For example, I saw Lightning Bolt yesterday. Flipping heck, Brian Chippendale (really), take me now. There’s something about a screaming man in a clown mask, you know?
Having said that, husband is a theremin…ist. Work that one out.
Frak, what I am doing wrong? I’ve been playing the guitar for 8 months now, and it has yet to have this effect on my wife. 
I hate to break it to you, but her kink is bagpipes…
When SWMBO and I were first starting to go together, we were doing all kinds of things that were fun and interesting. But one night, I brought my guitar over and serenaded her. She told me later that was the night she fell in love with me.
And the song that got her? “Kathy’s Song”, by Paul Simon.
Frak me for marrying a Scotswoman! I should have known!
I play guitar and I met my wife after a gig. At the time I had been playing for over 20+ years and I had never had a girl come up and say “I really like the way you play - let’s go have a drink” but she was the first - so I married her…
She has told me since that it wasn’t the guitar so much as the connection she felt to the music and the honesty with which it was delivered - I think she lies, though
So that’s where this came from:
Seriously - that was a real song? “I gave my love a chicken that had no bones” came out of a songwriter’s mind, and not a comedy writer’s?
Very famous folk song. During the early '60s folk scare, everyone did that one.
I was once told (by some random guy in a bar) that it’s mandolins that women can’t resist. (See profile pic.)
I suspect there may also be a downside to the “attracted to the guitar” thing. I started playing in bars when I was 21. Early on, this was mostly in the form of jam sessions/open-mic nights. Most of the other musicians I hung out with were 10+ years older than me, and so I heard a lot of stories about their past experiences. Some of them were married, or had been married at some point, and I started noticing a common thread: those who had met their wives-to-be while they were playing music in a bar ended up having strikingly similar marital problems. Specifically, once they got married, their wives became convinced that every time they went out to play music, they were picking up other women, and in some cases it got to the point where the wives were insisting that they stop playing in public altogether. One guy, who happened to be one of the best “amateur” blues guitarists I’d ever heard live, told me of time he took a band saw to his guitar and cut it into pieces, and asked his wife, “There, are you happy now? Is that what you wanted?” after one too many arguments about it.
It’s like one of my all-time favorite proverbs (I’ve heard it’s French): “A man doesn’t look under the bed unless he’s hidden there himself.” It basically says that people expect other people to think and act like them. Literally, a man who is unfaithful expects that his wife is likewise unfaithful, whether or not she actually is. So in the case of my musician friends, their wives were attracted to the guitar playing and the guitarists ended up marrying them, so they extrapolate this in their minds to a scenario where their husbands hook up with every other woman who likes his guitar playing.
It’s a common theme in other areas. Country music has countless songs about cowboy-chasing women (aka “buckle bunnies”) marrying rodeo cowboys and then expecting them to stop doing rodeos. I’ve seen letters to Dear Abby from Navy wives who want their husbands to get out of the Navy, specifically citing the reason, “I just know he must have women in every port!”, which tells me the letter writer was probably one of those women who moved to a Navy town to chase sailors and managed to snag one, and now she’s concerned he’s a target for the other women just like her in other Navy towns.
Listening to these other guitarists was enough to make me swear I’d never marry a woman who was attracted by my guitar/singing (of course, I’m 43 now and have managed to avoid marrying anyone 
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Lemmy may not be telling it exactly the way it happened, but is it so hard to believe he got into music to meet girls?
I don’t know if girls ever swooned instantly for a guy carrying a guitar, but let’s face it: guys have been joining rock bands for 50+ years, in an effort to get girls.
Buddy Holly was a standard Country and Western singer, until he saw how girls screamed for Elvis, and then thought, “WOW! THAT’S the kind of music I need to start playing!”
Every boy in America saw how girls screamed for the Beatles, and thought, “Whoa, I need to get into a band!”
Did it work? Not usually. But does anyone think guys who look like Ric Ocasek and Billy Joel would have married supermodels if they’d been accountants?