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“Here’s a beer. Want to play some pool?” That one worked so good I wound up marrying her

not on me - but a friend. I met a flight attendant and asked her if she knew Ed *** - a pilot for the same airline. She said she did and told me to ask him about her. The next time I saw him I asked. He relied that on a layover in St Martin she said to him:

" i wish that just one time a guy would tear her clothes off, to her on the bed, pin her ankles over her shoulders and fuck her brains out. So he did!

Hope someday to meet her again!

Trigger alert: Slightly demotivational.

Note these are all from the time I was young and innocent, after I learned how to read between the lines, I was always the one in charge :D

First one:
Prologue — SHE found out my number from my friends and called ME after a summer camp.
Her: "You know what, we recently got calculus in school and I really don't get this integration thing."
Me: "NP, I've got this. Gonna call you back tomorrow."
I called her the next day with a phone tutorial so advanced, she must have understood _everything_ in depth, since she never called back.

Second one:
This one was nonverbal. My best friend had a crazy girlfriend and we sometimes talked about sexual stuff as well (they once even had sex next to me while we were all high).
One day, she came down into the living room where I was sleeping over, put a condom in my hand and walked back to the bedroom.

I wasn't entirely sure what specifically she meant with it, so playing safe I stayed there and heard them have sex through the open door.

years ago at a night club in Europe... a very smoking hot Swedish girl I met right before closing time comes up and chats me up.. we talk for less than a minute before the last song of the night starts playing - slow song at that - and the DJ announces its the last song of the night... so we dance, and after the song, she says something to me in a foreign language and I said I didn't understand what she said... so looking me straight in the eye with full confidence and a devilish twinkle in her eyes, she says to me in English "it's French, and it means do you want to come to bed with with me?".... unreal... too easy... why didn't that happen more often?!?!?

The cat
 

I was talking to this buxom blond. She asked me if I had any tattoos. I said no. She replied I have one, it’s a cute little mouse I said where is it? She sheepishly replied it on my inner thigh. I asked if I could see it. She said ok pulling her skirt up higher and higher until I could see her panties and her lovely mound. She said oops, I guess my pussy ate it. Worked for me!

Trying out the other side
 

So did you?

Having ABBA lyrics directed straight at me at a dance which came at the end of a week’s summer school
The look in her eyes as she sang
“Gimme Gimme give me a man after midnight...”

The rest of the story is elsewhere...

The best one I ever had was in the Paris metro. When it gets crowded I always keep my hands at chest level just in case someone is out groping and I might get the blame. One girl got in, made her way up to me then started rubbing her tits against my hands at every movement of the train. Nobody had to say anything, we got off together three stops further down the line.

I was in the most popular Irish bar in Philly many years ago on St. Pattys Day, and it got so crowded my friends and I decided to leave.There was a mob coming in, so getting to the door was slow in the crush of people. At one point, I was pressed up against a pretty girl my age who was on her way in, and suddenly there was no space between us, and my face was inches from hers. I said, "I guess under the circumstances, I should introduce myself." She didn't miss a beat, saying, "You better hurry. According to my Mom's rules, we just got engaged."
We had a good laugh and kept moving in opposite directions, never to speak again. But I probably should have married that one.

I have to admit, I am slow to recognize a pickup line, typical male unaware density. I was to an outdoor watch party for a football game, my wife hates football, the idea of sitting outside in the cold, huddled around heaters, was a 'no go' for her. It was a bunch of friends and co-workers, I went because it sounded like fun to me, drinking hot toddy's to stay warm isn't bad at all.

I got settled on a settee and this lady I worked with asked me if the other seat was taken, no, have a seat. Ellen was cute and flirty, divorced, we always got along well. There was a space heater in front of us, but after a while we were huddled up, it was pretty chilly. Our team was blowing out the other team, people were getting pretty loose, the game was less important. I didn't bring gloves and mentioned to Ellen, "damn, I wish I had brought gloves, my hands are cold". Ellen whispered back, "you could but them between my legs to warm them up".

I was a little stunned speechless, then she said, "Mr. Dense as Lead, that is a pick up line."

Ohhhhh.