NOTE: The following questions are being posed in all seriousness. No irony or snark is intended therein.
1) Why is it that most women claim to hate the sort of hokey bullshit that guys usually spout, yet inevitably end up responding to it anyway? I’m not referring to the erstwhile techniques of the average Joe, which consist largely of free drinks and juvenile posturing, followed up quickly with an ill-conceived proposition. No, I refer here to the techniques of the more intelligent, more skilled, more refined, but ultimately just as full-of-shit ‘player’: the smooth-as-silk pickup line (not the kind you find in joke books, but the sort that actually sound like a human might say them), the “aren’t I so original” conversation on an ‘unconventional’ topic (designed to showcase the difference between himself and all the other guys who spout the same hokey bullshit), the indirect and subtle flattery, and the delicate touches and sensuous glances designed to indicate interest while remaining delightfully ambiguous. Why does that work? It’s bullshit. What’s more, you know it’s bullshit; most of you claim to be able to detect these types a mile away.
Time after time, though, I see it work, nearly without fail. My father has it down to an art; the ladies never see him coming, and they’re sucked in immediately by his smooth and ‘unconventional’ style. I can literally see the interest grow on their faces as they listen to his “aren’t I so original” conversation (his favorite is to say to them, “Everybody had a dream when they were young…tell me, what was yours?”)…they think, wow, this guy is so different, so intelligent, so profound; he must be interested in more than sex. Correct to some extent on the first three, ladies; no go on the last one. Listening to my father talk to woman never fails to elicit a :rolleyes: from me, yet women swoon at his every word. A guy I work with has this same routine, and his situation is the one that really confuses me. He’s not as smart as my dad is, so he’s not able to pull it off without triggering ladies’ B.S. detectors (though he isn’t aware of this), and every girl who talks to him winds up commenting on how ‘fake’ he is. Also, every girl who talks to him winds up asking him out. I think I speak for many when I ask, W…T…F?!
But I’m not here to Pit my dad and my acquaintance. I’m here to ask questions. So, my question to you, the women of Doperdom (who seem to be a damn sight smarter than the people I encounter on a day-to-day basis, and thus might have some insight into the issue): why is this fake, insulting, transparent hokey bullshit anymore effective on the average woman than a beer and a motel room key?*
2) Are the stunningly beautiful girls who reject any and all assertions of their attractiveness honest in their claims that they are not aware of it? Normally, I would guess ‘no’, but this seems entirely too common a phenomenon to be entirely untruthful…besides, I doubt if they all possess that much acting skill. I suppose I could almost understand if they truly were unaware, since I honestly have no idea whether or not women consider me attractive. But by the same token, I have to figure I would realize it if every woman I met thought I was gorgeous (sadly, this does not seem to be the case). Really, I could see this one going either way. If most beautiful women really don’t know they’re beautiful, it fits in with the whole “I’m too fat” image-consciousness thought pattern, and if they do, then their denial is just the female equivalent of the men’s aforementioned hokey bullshit. Again, I leave it to the Dopettes to weigh in on the issue.
Thanks in advance, ladies (or whatever generic plural feminine moniker you prefer)! Your opinions are appreciated.
*For the record, my own pickup strategy consists of kicking off a conversation with whatever random pseudophilosophy my overly-introspective mind is kicking around at the moment. This has a success rate of about 0.2%, but I figure that at least the few who do show interest will be genuine.