This morning I found myself reminiscing about the many, er, creative pickup lines that have been used upon me throughout my 19 years on this planet. Out of sheer boredom (and…um…not trying to get out of work… ), I’ve decided to share some of the better ones with all of you today. Feel free to share your, “No seriously, does that EVER work?” stories.
Pickup line one-
To set** the scene: ** I am at the grocery store, piddling around with that confused, wide eyed, “Oh my god- why are there 29 kinds of peanut butter?” look on my face. Out of nowhere, I have some 40 ish, over-tanned, tank top-wearing, too much cologne- havin’, ear pierced man in front of me.
**Him: ** “Hey baby.”
Me: ::glare of death:: (I do not like being called baby)
…ok are you ready?
…
**Him: ** “Baby, I may not be Fred Flinstone, but I sure as hell can make your bed ROCK!”
Pick up line two-
The scene: A friend and I are in Del Taco, munching on our 99 cent tacos. From behind my friend, I notice a couple guys that are roughly our age (we were about 17, they were probably 19 or 20) checking us out. We really can’t see them clearly, so we let it go. When they leave the restaurant, we try to get a look of them out the window while they are getting into their car, alas! There is a glare on the window and nothing to see. We spend the next 15 minutes finishing our food and head out of the restaurant.
There we find the two “gentlemen” in their beat up Geo Metro, one in the front seat, one in the back, waiting for us to come out. This is the dialogue that ensued:
Driver guy (in that, “I’m trying to be slick, but please don’t reject me” voice): “Hey ladies, do you like to party?”
**My friend and I look at one another and say in unison, ** “Uh. No. We’re good girls.”
**Driver guy: ** *“Good girls, eh? Why don’t you let me show you just how bad I can be!” * <–what that means, I still don’t know. “Come on ladies, let us give you a ride.” He then opens his beat up, dented door and waves us over.
We laugh hysterically. He looks sad. We leave.
And finally-
Then of course there is the guy who walked up to me in the quad at school (college) and said, “Hey baby, you want an Italian guy who can give a nice massage and has a nice, hard cock?”
…I went and found my guy friends, they taught him that you don’t speak to a lady like that.