tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16183159.post115403860762405594..comments2013-12-02T01:21:11.511-05:00Comments on I Eat My Homework: How to Pick Up Chicks (As Told By Same)Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11705362063220407666noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16183159.post-1154464054832958432006-08-01T15:27:00.000-05:002006-08-01T15:27:00.000-05:00No, I did actually find this quite helpful. In cas...No, I did actually find this quite helpful. In case I do ever find myself in a situation where I'm trying to pull someone, this will probably do me a world of good.<BR/><BR/>"It's much less funny if I write about chatting up men who turned out to be gay" <-- see, that <I>is</I> funny.<BR/><BR/>But... "Also, it's way easier for a girl to hit on a guy." Exactly. Wouldn't life just be way easier if that were the norm?Flushy McBucketpantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16412523270546969864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16183159.post-1154364342407584092006-07-31T11:45:00.000-05:002006-07-31T11:45:00.000-05:00What's your success rate with that line, Will?I d...What's your success rate with that line, Will?<BR/><BR/>I don't mean to suggest that only men should be doing the picking up. Certainly not. I just don't have much anecdotal advice to offer my fellow women on the matter. It's much less funny if I write about chatting up men who turned out to be gay, taken, not interested, or only interested in <I>*cough* *cough*</I> y'know...<BR/><BR/>Furthermore, there are many of the male persuasion who prefer to pursue, and indeed become confused when chatted up by girls. Also, it's way easier for a girl to hit on a guy. Not much subtlety is required there, as they usually need to be beaten over the head with the "hey asshole, I like you" stick.Sheenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11705362063220407666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16183159.post-1154239376597166162006-07-30T01:02:00.000-05:002006-07-30T01:02:00.000-05:00... if you were dead, i'd be a necrophiliac...... ...... if you were dead, i'd be a necrophiliac...<BR/><BR/>... that's my line and i'm sticking with it.<BR/><BR/>"We will make it easy for you to seal the deal. So seal the deal, jackass." <-- I sense frustration. <BR/><BR/>why does it seem to be the guy's responsibility to be the pick-uppers in the first place? or rather, could not the woman seal the deal? seeing as how they know more about this ball and court business anyway. (really, who watches men's tennis?) i figure it should be a tit-for-tat kind of thing. if we actually got up the gumption to walk over to you and strike up a conversation in the first place, the least you could do, if you are in fact interested, is, at the appropriate time (whenever the hell that is), allude to getting together later, initiate an exchange of emails, or some other deal-sealing action. <BR/><BR/>the pick-up is not something i tend to partake in. mostly because i don't socialize with people i don't know and i'm a goddamn pussy. but the whole ritual to me seems a little one-sided. whatever happened to equal rights and all that bullshit?<BR/><BR/>also, how was friday's game?Flushy McBucketpantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16412523270546969864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16183159.post-1154121217708211742006-07-28T16:13:00.000-05:002006-07-28T16:13:00.000-05:00Josh, you are truly an ispiration to us all.Erin, ...Josh, you are truly an ispiration to us all.<BR/><BR/>Erin, that is indeed sage advice. You are a gentlewoman and a scholar. <BR/><BR/>I believe those dudes forgot rule #1 (not stupid) and sub-rule #1a (don't assume the lady is deaf).Sheenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11705362063220407666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16183159.post-1154120619269560652006-07-28T16:03:00.000-05:002006-07-28T16:03:00.000-05:00Some dude was hitting on you? I'll fustigate him.A...Some dude was hitting on you? I'll fustigate him.<BR/><BR/>Also, that's probably good advice.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10839812267536911245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16183159.post-1154117777086028582006-07-28T15:16:00.000-05:002006-07-28T15:16:00.000-05:00Although I am of the aforementioned handful of wom...Although I am of the aforementioned handful of women friends who had already been consulted in the hashing out of this theory, I feel compelled to add my vote of support to Sheena's advice. I have one brief addendum I'll describe in anecdote form: once, while out at a bar, my roommate and I overheard the two gentlemen (no, I guess they were just guys) debating the "who gets who" aspect of their impending pickup attack. Take away: if you must talk through the details of your approach with a buddy, make sure you're out of earshot.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16183159.post-1154114288945600192006-07-28T14:18:00.000-05:002006-07-28T14:18:00.000-05:00Man, Toby and I have been looking forward to this ...Man, Toby and I have been looking forward to this forever. You have lived up to the expectations I feel.<BR/><BR/>My worst attempts at picking up a girl?<BR/><BR/>Two stories:<BR/><BR/>Sophomore year, Toby and Will had filled my head with so much nonesense that it had become a drunken hodgepodge of stupidity. All I remembered was tell her you have beer in your fridge to get her home.She said was cold and wanted to know if I wanted to go inside and I said "I have beer in my fridge." <BR/>I also peed on a tree in front of her. The deal had all but been sealed, and then I brilliantly unsealed it. See Rule Number 2.)<BR/><BR/>Second story, again with the Rule Number 2.) I couldn't remember a girl's name, so I kept asking for it. At one point I asked her to spell it, her name was something really complicated like Jill or Jane. I am a genius.<BR/><BR/>Follow Sheena's advice people and don't be like me, drunkenly peeing on trees.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10839812267536911245noreply@blogger.com