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Grex > Agora41 > #183: Pickup Lines/Phrases/Words whatever | |
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jmsaul
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response 25 of 124:
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May 15 16:09 UTC 2002 |
Well, I met my wife when she was dating one of my housemates... (not like
it sounds; she went out with him for three years after that, and I was going
out with other people, and we eventually got together when we were both
single ;-). I've met previous women in the dorms, in class, at parties, and
at science fiction cons. And on M-Net. Sounds like your strategy's pretty
solid, Rane -- meet women at activities both of you enjoy and that have a
community around them you're both part of.
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aruba
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response 26 of 124:
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May 15 16:17 UTC 2002 |
#16 is hilarious.
I've met serious partners at school, in church youth group, on Grex and at
work.
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scott
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response 27 of 124:
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May 15 16:41 UTC 2002 |
I've met a fair number of people on Grex, and at my martial arts school.
Lately I've been playing around with one of those Internet "meet people"
sites, which is actually proving pretty fun.
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slynne
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response 28 of 124:
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May 15 16:54 UTC 2002 |
Hmmm well, I have dated a couple of guys I met on Mnet. Otherwise,
pretty much everyone I have been involved with, I either met through
work or school or I was introduced by mutual friends.
I have never in my life gone to a special interest meeting, activity or
bar and met someone I ended up dating. I have met a lot of people while
walking my dog in the park but no dating situation came out of that.
I think I am just the kind of person people have to get to know first
before they even want to date me. *shrug* I can only think of one
regular dating situation that started as a dating situation. Every
other time, I was friends with the person first (sometimes for years).
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happyboy
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response 29 of 124:
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May 15 17:31 UTC 2002 |
i hooked up with my gal by moving her couch.
well, we shot some pool and talked about dogs a few months before that.
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other
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response 30 of 124:
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May 15 17:41 UTC 2002 |
in Theatres... (go figure)
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void
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response 31 of 124:
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May 15 18:22 UTC 2002 |
Relationships which start in bars usually end in them as well.
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slynne
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response 32 of 124:
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May 15 18:27 UTC 2002 |
so Barry, where did you meet your gal. Wasnt it a BAR?!!!?
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happyboy
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response 33 of 124:
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May 15 18:31 UTC 2002 |
yup. i guess we better not go to bars together.
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fitz
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response 34 of 124:
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May 15 18:45 UTC 2002 |
I met my wife when she was a customer. When I realized that she was
smart, well-read, about my age, college-educated but relaxed about occupation
AND knew the standard orchestra works, I approached and said, "Madam, come
to my house and I will put on Barber's Adagio for Strings and have my way with
you."
It scared the crap out of her, but at least she didn't have me fired. This
is the ONLY pick-up line I have ever used and it seems to have eventually
worked, in spite of her trying her best to avoid me on her next trip to the
store.
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void
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response 35 of 124:
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May 15 18:48 UTC 2002 |
Well, as far as I could tell, neither happyboy nor his gal had gone to
the bar for pickup purposes.
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slynne
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response 36 of 124:
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May 15 19:25 UTC 2002 |
Yeah but they might need to stay away from bars just in case, you know?
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jazz
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response 37 of 124:
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May 15 22:17 UTC 2002 |
I'm kinda curious as to how fitz salvaged that one into a marriage.
Oddly enough, the longest relationship I've had has been with someone
that I met at a GREX event, though, at the time, she wasn't a regular GREXer;
GREX is only tangiental, though, because I knew two of her friends well at
the time.
The last few that I can think of off the top of my head: random
meeting of an old coworker (from 7+ years ago, when I worked with JEP) at a
coffeeshop where we both knew the owner well; extended conversation at a
laundromat over how to fix a broken washer; ran into at a friend's party at
a bar that she wouldn't normally go to; wound up playing with and flirting
with at a bar pool table, got my ass handed to me, too.
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mdw
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response 38 of 124:
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May 16 07:11 UTC 2002 |
How can I meet people with the motorcycle? Well a bunch of ways
actually. Firstly, the motorcycle itself attracts attention. This
happens at gas stations (sometimes), or if I park it to go to some event
or thing, or come back and am suiting up. Secondly, I know other people
who ride. That means I have an excuse to go hang out with them, which
means I get to meet more people that way. There's a regular wednesday
thing in A^2 (was main, now on south U) in the summers, so now I know
more people that way. 3rdly, there are mailing lists of people who
ride. I'm on one of those mailing lists, and that gave me a chance 2
years ago to go on a variety of trips (to Colorado, Tennessee, Mass.) to
meet these people and ride with them. 4thly, with the motorcycle, I
have the gear, which I can't easily stow on the motorcycle, so I end up
walking around wearing a bright yellow all-in-one garment and carrying a
helmet. This attracts quite a bit of attention and is certainly at the
least a chance to talk about the importance of wearing good motorcycle
riding gear. So, um, yes, it's quite easy to meet people because of the
motorcycle. I can't recommend it as a way to meet unattached women
however. There are plenty of women riders, and I've certainly met quite
a few; but there are many more male riders than female, so the
competition is pretty fierce and the unattached ones pretty scarce. One
of the things I've noticed which I find quite odd is it's remarkable how
young some kids are when they see the motorcycle as "interesting". I
sure don't remmeber being that interested when I was that age. It was
trains for me.
Tie? I don't believe in wearing a mobile noose. I *have* seen t-shirts
that had a printed on suit jacket and tie, but I haven't managed to
score one yet.
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fitz
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response 39 of 124:
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May 16 09:07 UTC 2002 |
#37>
Well, as I wrote, she continued to shop where I worked, but tried to avoid
me. The next week, when she need some assistance, she made certain that she
went to a presumably more senior employee (because of his white hair) for a
product not on the shelves. He witless brought her right to me, since he ad
no idea of where to look for what she wanted.
I brought out a case of the product she wanted and I said, "If you won't
simply sleep with me, would marry me? Look. I brought you your favorite
yogurt."
She was stunned again. She said it was the best offer that she had had in
a long time, but no.
For about one month I didn't see her and waited for the store director to tell
me that it was time for me to fetch my pink slip. Instead, she had thought
it over and decided that I might be safely handled in a public restaurant,
where I could attempt to demonstrate that I was neither a feral child nor
brain-damaged.
Being the kind of guy that can take NO for an answer, I met her in the
retaurant and then in a park never thinking for a moment that these meetings
were part of a courtship. I didn't have a hint until she gave me a kiss that
gave me the first case of varicocele I had had in two decades. (Furthermore,
I had to walk home with that pain.)
This is a true story: I don't have the imagination to make it up.
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mary
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response 40 of 124:
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May 16 10:46 UTC 2002 |
Ain't it great!
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other
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response 41 of 124:
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May 16 15:13 UTC 2002 |
var·i·co·cele
n.
A varicose condition of veins of the spermatic cord or the
ovaries, forming a soft tumor.
<boggle>
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slynne
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response 42 of 124:
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May 16 17:01 UTC 2002 |
Well, just judging from the context, it is pretty clear he meant that
he had a case of "blue balls"
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other
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response 43 of 124:
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May 16 18:20 UTC 2002 |
The word defined above could conceivably be used to describe an erection,
but I don't suspect that was what he meant given that he states it was
the first time in two decades.
If he was talking about blue balls, which is a psychological condition,
then he was using the wrong word altogether.
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flem
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response 44 of 124:
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May 16 20:04 UTC 2002 |
You think it's a psychological condition? Lucky bastard. :)
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other
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response 45 of 124:
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May 16 20:55 UTC 2002 |
Psychosomatic, perhaps...
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fitz
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response 46 of 124:
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May 16 21:08 UTC 2002 |
Yes. Blue balls is the vulgar (certainly never popular) term for my
suffering. It was bad enough walking 1.5 miles home, but the rather steep
stairs to my house caused increased pain. I had to rest at each step as if
I were 99-years old.
Ah! Grex! Wonderful Grex! I've managed to demonstrate my social ineptness
by using inappropriate opening lines and I must have indeed shown that I had
been lonely for looooooong time.
<fitz covers face: retreats to shadows>
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mary
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response 47 of 124:
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May 16 21:14 UTC 2002 |
I thought your story was delightful in a very, er, tender way.
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oval
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response 48 of 124:
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May 16 23:08 UTC 2002 |
i thought mary's stroy about remmers was also delightful.
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jazz
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response 49 of 124:
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May 16 23:52 UTC 2002 |
I swear I did once actually use a line; it was with a young lass that
I'd met over pool, as mentioned before. When I ran into her accidentally at
work, as I was leaving I stopped and said, "You know, I've decided that you're
just too damn cute to not ask out. What are you doing tomorrow?"
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