You can’t tell I’m mean by looking at me. And people almost never guess my age correctly, so Ha! You can’t win! <Gives dirty look>
Stupid quick reply window, and people replying more quickly than I do. Feh, I’m not sure why I’m editing this. It’s clear who I’m talking to. Maybe I just like typing in the tiny box.
Exactly…throw in a Scottish accent and I will be yours to do with as you will.
Huge bonus points if he had a bucket when he said it. God, that out and out slayed me.
Did you walk away quickly? Perhaps he was starting a limerick.
Y’know, other than having a pretty big beer belly (oh, 50 pounds worth?), he wasn’t bad looking. And it wasn’t an SCA event, just an annual fall party. It was just an odd thing to hear.
No, he had no bucket. I just didn’t even get what was supposed to be sexy about that image. Like, did he want to surgically remove my ass and carry it around with him? Did he want to stick me in a bucket ass end up? Did he think he would be able to rub my ass and have it grant him wishes? Men can be really weird.
I hadn’t thought about that! 
Tdn, I hope you are prone to hyperbole. Sometimes flirting at the supermarket works, but it isn’t a meat market. It sounds like you do it everytime you’re there, sometimes several times per visit which would be disturbing.
As for the OP, a tall guy in a kilt? That is cool despite the odd pickup line. Did you allow yourself to be worshipped?
Well, it sort of is, actually.
Damn Robot Arm you just made me snort my beer a bit laughing.
Bad choice of words, but still…
It has about five syllables too many to be the first line of a limerick.
Yeah, but the rhyme scheme is a classic.
Hmm…
First of all, I’ve done it twice, total, and in one case I kind of already knew the woman. Secondly, I go there to pick up groceries, not women. It’s not like I loiter in the aisles. Thirdly, if I see someone I think is attractive, I don’t see anything wrong with putting a smile on her face.
And fourthly… Yeah, meat market.
How you doin’?
I’m just having way too much fun in this thread, aren’t I?
“Yes, but then I can’t see myself”
A guy was pestering one of my friends some years ago, she was not enthused by his attention, and she’s too nice a girl to tell guys to bugger off. Lucky for her she had me with her that night, the fierce guardian of her friends:
“Hey, did you know you have about 10 seconds to make a good first impression on a woman? Your 10 seconds are waaay over.”
It was hilarious at the time.
There used to be a number you could dial and then hang up, which would make your phone ring. It was used to check to see if the line was working properly. I had forgotten what the number was and one day at work, there was a telephone man fixing the lines. I asked him if he could tell me how to make my phone ring at home and he whipped out a pad and pencil and said, “Sure babe, what’s your number?”
My friend’s favorite weird pickup line was “Hey, I’m a gymnast. You gotta come home with me. I could do a backflip into your vagina.”
My ex was always a fan of “nice shoes, want to fuck?” and apparently it worked on her on one occasion.
Never worked for me, of course.
I don’t really have a pickup line. I should work on that.
I did. But only because I’m cramming through A Breath of Snow and Ashes before Echo In the Bone gets here! And because I wish I could be a 6’ tall Viking ginger with a kilt.
Could I just share some snappy comebacks to lame pick-up lines here? These are courtesy of Click and Clack, the Car Talk guys.
“Haven’t I seen you someplace before?”
“Yeah, that’s why I never go there any more.”
“Is this seat empty?”
“Yes, and if you sit in it, this one will be empty too.”
“Your place or mine?”
“Both. You go to your place, I’ll go to mine.”
“I would go to the ends of the earth for you.”
“But would you stay there?”
(End of hijack)
Sadly, the beauties you’d crawl across broken glass for are not the ones who are impressed by that sort of thing.
Maybe the guy who “could carry your ass around in a bucket” was trying for a picturesque way to say you’re slim.