If you spend too much time on the internet or watching television, you might end up thinking guys today are one of two types: overly sensitive yuppies or perpetual partiers that frequently make rape jokes when surrounded by their bros. Luckily, this notion is just a perceived stereotype. For all you guys in the middle, here are a few tips from women (actual GIRLS) on some good ways to ‘pick us up’ here in the 21st century. We promise these suggestions are fool-proof, so even the fool in you will be able to score a date with a lovely gal if you follow our advice. If you already are, and you’re suspecting of your partner to be trying to seduce someone other than yourself which is becoming very easy to do thanks to “online cheating” you may want to have a look at services like Cheater Buster to really find out what your partner is up to.
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TALKING TO US IRL (In Person)
A lot of guys have become so auto-piloted…copy and pasting “you still up?” to your myriad of Tinder matches that you’ve forgotten how to talk to us in person. We’re not a lineup of love dolls waiting for to be bought – we’re real people, and we love a chat with some level of interesting conversation and engagement beyond staring. Or at least, most of us do. Remember, there are some times where girls just don’t want to be chatted up-if we look like we are already on a walk of shame after watching www.m-porn.xxx with a guy for example, or outside an abortion clinic.
Other than that, we’re really fine with getting wooed anywhere. In fact, no matter how jaded the girl, it’s a really pleasant to think that someone still wants to bang us when we’re applying chapstick to our nose on a subway platform while contemplating a cheesesteak, is it just me or would that make one of the weirdest starting scenes to an adult film you can find on websites like www.tubev.sex… Approaching a girl in an unlikely situation takes guts…and balls.
THE INFAMOUS AND LONG-COVETED HO– — — USE PARTY
In an ideal world, us single gals would walk around with a vial of tears of solitude around our necks, or wear our loneliness as a decorative brooch. But unfortunately, you’re going to have to go through the exhausting game of bullshit badminton that is finding out whether we’re single. House parties are particularly fraught for this reason: There’s a good chance you could be trying it on with a girl while sitting next to her boyfriend, on his own bed. It might sound elementary, but the quickest way round that is to just ask her whom she came with.
Everyone knows that house parties tend to run dry at about 4 AM, around the time the last bottle of Cinzano runs out and the angriest roommate is marching around, shouting in her slipper socks. It’s your last chance to magnetize those sexy dangerous party girls who wear bangles around the tops of their arms, so you really ought to have held something back. And we’re not talking about another line of mephedrone off the microwave-we’re talking about an Uber account, a bottle of Glen’s vodka, and (the promise of) a better party. If she wants to bang you/is high enough to believe there’s a good party going on at 4 AM, she’ll go along with this bullshit. Single people are, against the odds and contrary to common sense, always staggeringly optimistic about the night ahead.
AT THE CLUB & AT THE BAR
As fun as house parties are, once you’re past your early 20s they can get a bit played out. This is because you’ll have already systematically banged your way through your immediate group of friends (“just to check”) and all outlier semi-attractive friends. You can, however, still pick people up in public, the good old-fashioned way.
Has anyone ever met on a dance floor? We’re not sure, but it seems unlikely…it’s usually too loud to remember someones name in this situation. If you, like many, aren’t all that good at conversing with the rhythm of your body, then maybe just talk to her at the bar. Don’t be put off by her ice-maiden face, or the fact that her back is turned to you, or that she has been trying to get served for five minutes already and doesn’t want to break her gaze with the barman: Smile at her. Introduce yourself. Buy her a drink. Feminism might have killed chivalry, but everyone still likes free stuff.
So, how can you tell if she’s into you?
–Her friends seem a tiny bit annoyed with her
–She’s tried to make fun of you a lot
–She’s doing the opposite of flaring her nose
–She has not mentioned shit once
–She is not eating a hot dog
–She’s touched you on the top of the arm (this is actually a thing)
THE CLASSIC SMOKING AREA
If you’re determined to find love IRL, the best place to strike up conversation is a smoking area. Everyone knows that all the good flirty banter takes place when you’re being herded around in the dark like cattle, so get puffing. If you don’t smoke, you’re just going to have to pretend. No one ever banged all the bad bitches babysitting a family of handbags in the corner of the club.
Bumming cigs off girls is no way into a conversation, although-sad as it may sound-having a lighter is. Do you remember someone at school once saying lighting a girl’s cigarette was like a third of having sex with her? Well, he was right, if that figurative third is the bit where you prematurely ejaculate into her bellybutton.
Nothing in this world is more awkward than the moment of silence as you try to light a girl’s cigarette in a breeze, so just hand us the lighter. And don’t carry a Zippo, dude; this isn’t the 1920s, and you’re not a hardboiled detective.
If, while on your sexual safari, you’ve managed to isolate the buffest buffalo in the herd, you’d be wise not to underestimate the group’s instincts. Her best friend’s got you all figured out, and she is not afraid to trample your ass, reason being the sleepover you’ve got in mind is really fucking with her brunch plans. The wanton lust of your penis is going to leave her one poached egg short of a decent Instagram post tomorrow, and she’s not about to let that happen. Here’s how to tread carefully with our friends:
–Choose one of us and stick with your choice.
Aside from the fact that no one likes to be a second-stringer, you’re going to end up spreading yourself too thin, repeating the same shitty jokes and quickly repelling literally everyone there. Also, don’t try to coerce one of us into a threesome; you’re not Dan Bilzerian, and suggesting that it might be fun for the girl you’ve just met to roll around naked with you and one of her childhood friends is (so, so obviously) not a good way to get either of them to like you.
–Be truly nice to our friends.
We might not want you to flirt with our friends, but we want them to like you enough to be jealous of us. So please, try to engage them in conversation. You probably want to work out early who’s the leader of the group/running this whole thing and keep her on your side, because she’ll be the bitchy one who says, “Amanda’s too drunk, and now we all have to leave to go buy her fries to stop the crying.” She’ll be the one who mouths “NOW” across the bar at your sweet Juliet and then looks you dead in the eye like some sort of polka-dot Medusa. She’ll be the one who has no problem mouthing, “Really, him?” and pointing right at you, while your crush’s hand slackens apologetically in yours.
ALL ACTIONS CONSIDERED “TECHNIQUE”
You can’t really imagine what it’s like to be a woman until you’ve been informed you’re a bad dancer by an overweight man wearing a fedora, told your job is crap because “What value does PR actually bring to the world?” by a man who wrote copy for a yet-to-be developed children’s entertainment app, and told you’re a loser for wearing a waterproof poncho when it was pouring by a man whose mustache curls up at the ends.
What do all of these assholes have in common? They’ve all obviously read The Game, or watched The Pickup Artist, or lurked in any of a hundred internet forums that treat interactions with human women like a text-based RPG.
Perhaps you enjoy the idea of having sex with a woman whose confidence is so shatteringly fragile that she actually cares how you feel about the print on her pants. But let’s just clear up negging once and for all: It doesn’t pique our curiosity, or make you seem intriguing. If you think we’re so intimidatingly hot that the only way to get us down to your level is to be rude, maybe we just are out of your league? Plus: We are all wise to this shit now. It’s been going on for an actual decade, dude. Most of our very first PUA experiences were smuggling our way into a club with a fake ID just so some Julian Assange–looking weasel-in-a-waistcoat could tell us he can read palms.
INSINUATING “THE SEX”
That’s the tipping point: bringing sex to the table, like hefting your dick onto a side plate. It’s all about sensing that delicate balance, that perfect moment. You’re smoking at the gas station of a one-night stand, here, and you need to avoid saying something like “I want to get you wet” when you’re trying to be suave. Saying sleazy stuff out loud, IRL, can turn a man into decomposing Tinder spam quicker than you can say “rape alarm.” There is a really thin line between giving us pangs in our lower abdomens and making us want to call the police.
If you’re in doubt about whether to invite her back to your place, sound it out. So often the difference between a creep and potential hookup is that a girl actually likes the latter. Ask yourself the big questions: “Have we kissed? Is she only talking to me because I am standing in the doorway of the girls’ bathroom? Is she trapped here because I’m sitting on her coat?” Remember that, unless you’re Scandinavian, propositioning a woman will never come naturally to you. This is no time for your jittery metaphors or your “let’s-get-outta-here” California drawl. And please, literally never say “nightcap”: You’re not going for a midnight grappa in the Campo de’ Fiori; you’re both weighing up the idea of smuggling a road beer onto the subway. Know your limits.
In this situation, ambience is important-until you’ve had a guy change his sheets in front of you before you get in his bed, you don’t know the importance of pre-prepared atmosphere. You are not a real estate agent. She doesn’t want a tour of the house. Take her to your room at speed. God knows what happens to you guys-perhaps it’s the Dorito-jizz fumes coming from your bedspread-but this is where you are capable of undoing an entire night’s worth of decent flirting.
Don’t pick up that musical instrument in the corner of your room and begin to play it. Don’t warn us that you’re emotionally unavailable while unbuttoning your trousers. Choose your sex music wisely: D’Angelo is way too obvious; the XX suggests you seriously watch music award shows. And don’t use some nickname or innuendo for condom. We all know what you’re talking about. Use a condom, duh. But you don’t need to invent some new triple-entendre to ask if we have one shoved inside a desk drawer.
So, get out there and find some lovely gals to impress!
originally via VICE