Catching Clichés
Pickup lines instead of personality
By Elaine, Toronto, Canada
All-Star contributor
Updated: 4:41PM, February 14, 2008
The music ripped through my body as we walked in the door. The club was a beehive of activity. Neon lights flashing. The dancing masses gyrating. There were attractive men everywhere. It had all the makings of a great night.
My girlfriends and I exchanged glances with each other, seemingly sharing the same thought, as we moved deeper into the club. The crowd parted as we walked towards the bar. Men staring. Women glowering. All three of us were dressed to kill.
The second I leant against the bar and yelled our drink order to the bartender, three different men offered to pay for them. I smiled, thanked them for their kindness and turned back into the crowd leaving them to battle out who would have to pay.
We cut into the crowd, laughing at what had happened at the bar, letting the men around us drink in our presence. Like peacocks in heels, we strutted up to the second level. Heads turned in our wake with one man missing a stair and nearly plummeting below, before catching his balance.
"We look so good tonight - we're deadly," joked one of my friends. We laughed again, clinking our glasses in celebration, finally spotting our two friends sitting at a table nearby. We all squeezed in, eager to catch up and do some single spotting.
For an hour we laughed, giggled, joked, told tall tales and teased one another, before the first man approached our table. Square-jawed, well-dressed and handsome, he walked towards our table with confidence, amping up my excitement level with every step.
The air filled with nervous anticipation. We each held our breath. What line would he use? How smooth would he be? How cool would he be? Who would he chase? Could he dance? Would he be dating material? Would he be one of our Prince Charming?
He stepped to the edge of the table, looked at us, smiled a perfect smile... and said nothing. Absolutely nothing. He simply stood, drink in hand, smiling, saying nothing. The anticipation from moments ago vanished, washed away by the constant beat of music, now replaced by a sense of awkwardness.
I looked around at my friends, growing more uncomfortable by the second. I knew it was time to spring into action. To act first and impress. This man was far too handsome to bomb this badly. He had to be playing some sort of game with us. He had something up his sleeve. Some master plan. Some line that would sweep us off our feet.
"Hey," I said, breaking the silence. He flashed his beautiful smile again. My heart fluttered. I tossed my hair and pushed my chest out towards him. His blue eyes filled with passion. We all waited for his magical line.
"So, you guys come here often?"
We all sat unmoving, in stunned silence. My jaw almost hit the table in disbelief, when he followed it up with, "This place if pretty cool, huh?" before we even had a chance to respond. Then he shook in his head as if acknowledging answers we hadn't yet given. He was a train wreck dressed in the latest Paul Grant fashions.
As we tried to politely send him on his way, he hit us with three more of the most cliché pickup lines ever used. His fashion and style was up-to-date but his social skills and pick-up lines were horribly outdated. He was fool's gold. False hope. All pomp and no personality.
And he was a sign of things to come.
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Even at the club, women are looking for men with personality.
| HELPFUL TIPS |
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There is no magic line that is going to make a woman fall head-over-heels for you. If there was - every man would be using it. Pickup lines sound good to other men but bomb with women. Why? Most pickup lines are compliments. And compliments only work when they are earned. What you need to use in place of pickup lines are openers and conversation starters. - AllStarDatingTips.com |
