Powerful Connections

Hi guys & girls

My sincerest apologies: I am extremely busy with a big project that will be available sometime during this fall, and I have prioritized this slightly over the blog. Even so, I thought I’d share a selection of openers from the past weeks.

Without further prelude, here’s a list of a few of the more curious openers I have used in my approaches this summer.

ME: Hi
HER: Get lost.
ME: Wow, who pissed you off? [sit down]
HER: I don’t want to talk with you, get lost!
ME: Well, why are you sitting next to me then?
HER: I was here first!
ME: Why are you talking to me? I don’t want to talk with you, get lost!
HER: [Goes to the bar]
ME: [Turn around, talk to random girl, her friend no doubt.]
HER: [Comes back, looks pissed]
ME: I kept your seat. Where’s my beer?
HER: [smiling]

Casual talk ensues.

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A girl has been looking at me from two seats over as I am sitting at a bar. She gets up, walks over, stands behind me, leans in and smells my neck.

ME: You’re sexy… Too bad you’re so shy, otherwise I would have taken down your number a long time ago.
HER: [Blushes, goes back to her friends]
ME: [loudly] IF you want to give me your number so we can hook up some other time, just come back here some time.
HER: [walks back]

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HER: [walks through the door, looks at the dance-floor, looks sad/pissed]
ME: Now what?
HER: We just wanna dance, but the dance-floor’s empty!
ME: I’m pretty sure that you can get some guys out there with you.
HER: Let’s dance!
ME: Not now. I’m waiting!
HER: For what?
ME: For you to dance and get hot inside beause you will be fantasizing about me.
HER: [Smiles. Dances. Looks over now and then]

Some drunk fool approaches her on the dance-floor, she sends me the “save me eyes.” I send her back the “Loser” signal, smile and sip my beer. After a few minutes of her in agony I go out there and cut in front of the guy.

ME: You owe me.
HER: Yes I do.
ME: Brunch [I pull out my phone]
HER: OK [enters her phone number]

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A girl sits alone by a bar as she is approached by some random guy. I notice a lot of non-verbal IOD’s (indicators of dis-interest). The guy eventually gets it and leaves. Shortly after this, the girl stands up and starts walking from her end of the bar towards the dance-floor where I am sitting. I reach out my hand.

ME: Stop!
HER: …
ME: I just have to tell you… I have seen lots of girls reject the advances of lots of guys, and I have to pay you a compliment. You were exceptionally nice to that guy just now, even though it was clear from a mile away that you wanted him to leave. He’s having a good night because you have a great heart.
HER: [DDB (doggy dinner bowl look in her eyes)]
ME: [I get up, take her hand, and lead her towards the dance-floor] You deserve a great experience.

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ME: I know this may seem weird.
HER: Eeeeehm… what?
ME: That I’m just stopping right here, right in my tracks. I have a question.
HER: … OK?
ME: It’s OK if you don’t want to answer. It’s kind of personal.
HER: Tell me?
ME: Well, actually I feel kind of stupid in asking such a deep question to a girl I’m only just getting to know.
HER: No no, it’s alright. What is it?
ME: Do you like pasta?

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ME: Wow, you’re so sexy I just want to… Oh my God, where are my manners? HI!
HER: Ehm, hi.
ME: I need your help.
HER: For what???
ME: Well, I don’t know WHY… But YOU are the one that’s going to help me.
HER: With what???
ME: I forgot how to tie my shoe-laces [pointing down]
HER: Oh my God, that’s lame! [looks annoyed]
ME: Hey, just tell me if you don’t remember either! Seriously. OK, I’ll give you a beer if you teach me.
HER: [my foot goes on her lap, she ties my shoe-laces]

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ME: Grrrrrrrrrraaaaauuuwwww
HER: Hi, - are you out alone?
ME: Oh my GOD, what kind of stupid question is that. Do you have a hard time making contact with people?
HER: Jezzz, you have a bad mouth!
ME: Of course, that’s why I’m out all alone. You look cute when you try to act as if you’re insulted. [smile]
ME: I’m Anders. Where are your friends?
HER: I’m out alone.
ME: Not any more. But it’s going to cost you a beer and 500 money’s worth. - Or a smile.
HER: [smile]

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ME: Hey pussycat
HER: Meeeeaaaaauww.
ME: Pussycats don’t say that. They go flap flap flap flap [pussy-like sounds]
HER: [blushing] You’re a pervert!
ME: Yeah, you taught me.
HER: What?
ME: Confusion is sexy. Who are you behind your confusion pussycat?