From: rjf@lzsc.lincroftnj.ncr.com (51351[efw]-Robert Feddeler(MT4799)T343)
Subject: Re: Meeting women in clubs
Keywords: gin
Organization: AT&T/NCR, Lincroft, NJ, USA
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 21:17:32 GMT

Not to force this thread back to the subject prematurely, but...  {B^)

A funny thing happened at the gin mill last night.  It was about
a quarter til tomorrow.  The crowd had thinned to the point that you
could walk from the bar to the head with no fear of getting hit by
a stray dart.  There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to
his tonic and gin.  A woman was sitting a couple of stools down,
talking with two guys.  When they left, she turned to me to explain
what a "pretentious, arrogant idiot" the police chief's son is.
I said yeah, he'll get over it some day.  (I've never seen the guy
before in my life.)

Then I heard a long story about how she had lost everything in the
recent storm and flood.  I said, yeah, but you'll get over it.

She asked me if I was going to buy her a drink.  Feeling sorry(?)
for her, I motioned to the bartendtrix, smiled, rolled my eyes,
she smiled, rolled her eyes, and presented my new "buddy"
with a drink.  At that point, I was tempted to ask if she had
learned that trick lurking in soc.singles, but I didn't want to
implicate all you nice folks. 

Instead, I listened to how this 30yo, WisCONsin expatriot, ex-airline-
stewardess, wacko wound up in NJ after a drug deal went sour.  {8^|
I said yeah, you'll get over it.

She then said something that _proved_ to me that she reads the
pick-up lines thread here.  She said  "You know I'd really like
to fuck your bones, don't you?"  My first reaction was to explain
to her how confusing it is when people mix metaphors like that.
Feeling rather mellow though, I just told her that she'd get over it.

Some guy came over to make sure she had a way to get home, having
lost her car in the flood, you know.  Turning to me she said "no,
unless you'd like to take me home."  I said yeah, but I'll get over
it.  She left with him.  Now I owe him a drink too!  As she left, I
was amused to realize that we had never even introduced ourselves!
That's _Mr._ PieceOfMeat to _you_, Ms. BimBo.  Had I gone with her,
she probably would have spent the next couple of hours calling me
Jesus just because she forgot to ask my name.  Can you say "Oh, Bobby"?
I knew that you could.

Anyway, yes, I _really_ do "_hate_it_when_that_happens_".  (But I
_will_ get over it.)  Maybe if my responses sounded like I was a
little less interested?

The point of this (yup, there really is one) is why did it seem that
all of the pick-up lines proposed and discussed (disgust?) here were
for guys to use on gals.  I was gone for a while, maybe I just missed.
But, don't _nice_girls_ need pick-up lines too?  So as not to start a
great debate about what constitutes a nice girl, I will define a
_nice_girl_ to be any woman that can remember to find out what a guy's
name is before her first orgasm.

BTW, the all-time best line I've been on the receiving end of is

			"Hi.  Sorry I'm late."

Now that's class.  Still gives me chills.  The world would be a much
better place to live in if more women were forthcoming with lines
like that...  Yes?


bob.					| I only smile when I lie,
Senior Red Belt Thread Inter-Twiner	| and I'll tell you why...
Were these more than just my opinions, they would have cost a bit more.