What is the best pick-up line ever used on you?

This was actually used on me when I was young: "You have the brains of 12 women." It seems so utterly ridiculous now!

I don't remember the best pick-up line ever used on me. So I guess none were truly note-worthy. However, men often give me their buisness cards at bars. I collect them like souveniers. Apparently, men with good jobs will slide a buisiness card to you on the way out as opposed to actually using a pick up line. If I was straight, I would so totally have a sugar daddy. My buisiness card collection also amuses the hell out of the bartender at the place I regularly hang out at, since he knows I'm a lesbian. It's just fun to take the cards and make fun of the guys later.

That's pretty funny! About how many do you have?

As opposed to like half a dozen legitimate buisiness cards that I carry.

You're right...you could have a sugar daddy...or two!

It worked too..........Hey, you asked.

Q

:hi:

wear your ASS OUT

though I'd be a little shocked!

Me: "Oh? What's it called?"

Her: "If You Want To Fuck Me, Just Ask."

For the record, I neither asked nor fucked her, as she was kind of scary. The line DID win my smile, though.

And....what did you say? :shrug:

I'm from the "disco" era. The "cool" thing was to grab a woman's hand assuming you were so hot she'd go along -- that was frequent, and the WORST.

I got everything including: "I'm a lonely Leo, what's your sign?" and "I lost my phone number, can I have yours?" and just plain, "Let's you and me leave this place and have some fun."

I'm a dancer and LOVED the really complicated "street-hustle" of that time (which was nothing like "Saturday Night Fever," there's just no record of how great that was) so the best line for me was just a nice "would you care to dance" from someone who I'd seen as a good dancer.

Then again, as a pick-up line, I never screwed any of them.

Hmmm....

I must admit, "May I buy you ladies a drink?" was probably the most productive one!! :blush:

I don't know why, either. But "Would you care to dance?" was nice...I remember disco. I was in high school when Saturday Night Fever came out (1975-1979)...it was important to know how to dance, that's for sure! I'll never forget how awful it was, once, when a guy thought he was John Travolta and...how do I say this...he sucked! He was jumping up and down, doing the splits, etc. My friends never let me live that one down!

Now I'm confessing, so if you ever share this in GD or GD-Pol, all my creds will be destroyed.

For a short while in my youth, in the late 70s, I worked at Arthur Murray's on 5th avenue in NY. (Left college to go there to study serious dance at Joffrey and Graham schools, but needed a job in the process.) There were these weekly "dances" where we were REQUIRED to dance with every man there at least once. (And the male teachers had to dance with each woman there once.)

It was sheer torture for all of us. Most of the male teachers were gay, and couldn't stand dancing with women they believed only wanted to "hump their legs," they said. And we women had to dance with all sorts of men. The WORST was this one guy who literally forced physical injuries on his partners. The man was *dangerous!* He pushed and pulled in ways that could dislocate a shoulder or slip a disc or cause whiplash -- he was so scary we all hoped to get him for a waltz or rhumba, not a swing or hustle... I got him for a hustle -- took two days to recover...

There were two bowls of "punch" there -- one pure Kool-Aid (I'm not kidding, Kool-Aid), the other Kool-Aid with vodka mixed in (I'm not kidding, Kool-Aid with vodka mixed in). We were ordered ONLY to drink the non-vodka "punch." As IF we could survive this without dipping into the forbidden bowl of vodka-laced Kool-Aid...

It was a riot, and it was horrid. The saving grace was that all of us teachers went out afterwards (slightly buzzed on vodka-Kool-Aid) to discos and get to dance with each other, for a change.

We went to discos that probably don't even exist anymore -- but some classics like Roseland, too. Ice Palace -- a gay disco. Others...

When I went back to my little home town from NY, that's where the pickup lines were constant and stupid. I still found a great guy to dance with -- and several alternates -- and I went out virtually every night to dance. It was crazy, and I LOVED it.

In fact, that's how I met H2S... When I separated from my first husband, the thing I realized I most missed was dancing (1st husband refused to).

I didn't want to date, I just wanted to dance again. So I put a "friends only" ad on a "platonic only" AOL board.

H2S had become skilled at ballroom dancing with his ex, who'd just left him, so he was looking for a dance partner -- platonic only. We met at the absolute tackiest ballroom you can imagine -- little gold paper stars strung from the ceiling -- hilarious...

But we got to talking... and talking... And fell in love.

I never did get back to disco dancing (any DUers out there who remember how it used to be done??) but we did ballroom dancing for awhile and after a few weeks, it was all very clear...

So for me, "Would you care to dance" is still the best pick-up line there is. ;)

when they said, "No", he replied, "That's ok. I'll just wait for the next group of bimbos to show up."

Does your friend have greasy hair, too?

Actually, I don't recall ever hearing one. :blush:

The worst one, though — I swear to Dog this actually happened — "Are you interested in my mom?"

:puke:

:shrug:

She was like 40 (I was in my early 30s) and he was about 19. They were part of the Bleacher Creatures, a group of us who went to minor league baseball games. I guess she was hot for me and asked her son to find out if there was anything there.

There wasn't. Oh, Dog, there wasn't. :puke:

They all seemed so lame. I preferred the honest, simple approach like "Mind if I sit here?" or "May I join you?"

Worst: Are those things real?

:rofl:

Girl, my love for you is like diaharrea. I just can't hold it in!

Could you help me find my lost puppy? I think he went in that cheap motel room across the street.

Why don't you come sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas?

I wish I were a derivative so I could be tangent to your curves.

;-)

to me, anyway! ;)

Not terribly witty, but damned effective!

I get bad screenplay pitches. My personal favorite? I''ll give verbatim...

"Okay, so Jackie Chan is Twins, right? But the twin? Is Michael Richards! You know, Kramer from Seinfeld! They're brothers and they're twins, but one is a martial arts artist and the other is this wacky guy."

You know what's really sad? I hooked up with the guy.

Brains...12 women? Was it a zombie? I don't think anyone ever tried to pick me up when I was young. I once got an obscene phone call, does that count? I have trouble hearing people on the phone though and I thought he asked me, "How long is your car?" We were both very puzzled.

:rofl:

:(

I'm an exotic entertainer(STRIPPER!!AAUGH!). I am dancing for this guy and his friends one night I have my posterior at about his face level. I turn around; and he says to me: "Is that a keg in your t-bar?" I shook my head in puzzlement and said "What??" He repeated it, and after I stammered a bit he says; "'Cause I want to TAP THAT ASS!"

I died. His friends were rolling on the floor.I think they had bet him he wouldn't say it.