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Movies and pop culture are the tits. You know what’s even better? Tits!

We know it’s hard for some guys to approach women, and we appreciate the effort you put into mustering enough courage to actually walk across the room and say something to a complete stranger… when chances are that she’s already made up her mind about you and how far she’ll let you go before you even get to her. We’re going to help you beat those odds and make sure your playful bones get some action because we love you and you’re the morning dew on our pink carnations. Also, we get horny from time to time. But it’s different for us. We were raised to believe that we had something precious (in our pants) and that whoever was going to see it, touch it, or put stuff in it, had to be worthy of such a gift, and damnit, we are going to make you worthy.

Granted, it’s not easy. We know better than anyone that all women are different, so we are going to introduce to you different species of the most intriguing creatures of humanity and guide you through what works for us - when aunt Flo isn’t in town.

Species: 22-year-old intellectual disguised with 4-inch heels, mini-dresses, and lots of sparkly make up.

Where you can find her: VIP sections of clubs, bars, University events, orchestra concerts.

How to approach her: Ignoring the mouth breathers in the vicinity, approach with a well thought out comment on the music and/or decor (“I didn’t realize late-modern whorehouse furnishing went so well with post-Britney manufactured pop” is better than “Hey! Do you like Kanye?”). Throw in references to books you’ve read or current events, talk to me as though you’re interested in the conversation and not just looking for the quickest way to see me naked. Also, dancing ability is a huge bonus.

Deal-Breakers: Using “negs,” manhandling me while dancing, offering to buy me a drink when I’m at a table with free bottles (I’ll know you’re just trying to get me drunk), racism, sexism, any “wing man” like antics, staring at another girl’s cleavage while talking to me, and following me uninvited if/when I walk away. Let’s be realistic; if I walk away it means you’re not getting any.

Species: The emotional ugly duckling.

Where you can find her: You’re not likely to hear this lovely but skittish creature approaching. Due to her shy and retreating habits, and the fact that showier members of her kind often surround her, she’s often hard to spot in bars and at parties. Look for the quietly cute (and typically bespectacled) girl over there in the corner — way over there behind the ficus, sending furtive glances and wry smiles your way. Yeah, that’s her.

How to approach her: Often a product of an intensely awkward adolescence and just getting accustomed to being accepted by her peers, the female of this species is easily intimidated. Your best bet is to gradually establish a light flirtation with this girl in a place where she’s most comfortable, such as in her workplace or the comments section of Paheeba, rather than in a social setting. However, if a direct approach is called for, please remember that any sign of alpha male behavior may send her into a fit of uncomfortable silence.

Approach this one softly, with a drink in hand and a preferably unpolished, even downright lame joke. She may at first seem surprised that you’re talking to her, but if she responds with an easy laugh and an equally goofy line, you are in, my friend. For putting in the effort to make this girl feel noticed, and showing a genuine appreciation for her in all her dorky glory, you will have the pleasure of knowing the sly sex kitten that lurks beneath. Remember, fellas: this gal was too much of an outsider to behave like a horny teenager in high school—so this is her time to shine!

Species: The Mid-to-Late 30s Career Woman

Where you can find her: The Grocery Store, Sur Le Table, Your Office

How to approach her: Side note, guys — before doing anything, check for a ring. I repeatedly hear men my age and younger say they don’t even think to look for a ring. Baffling. Unless you’re just practicing hitting on a woman, scope out the left hand first.

She’s probably heard all the lines before, so you’re going to have to get creative. Humor usually works and depending on the woman, the helpless act can get you some attention. What doesn’t work? Obvious flattery or overt innuendo. Originality and Subtly are your friends.

Ask for her opinion on wine, spices, cheese, or baking items. Don’t ask opinions on vegetables (yes, we’ve all heard how big your cucumber/zucchini/jalapeno is. Please see above for originality) and avoid making small talk about stomach remedies or feminine products you’re buying for your mom. Offering to carry a heavy box for us will get you bonus points. Yes, equal opportunity is great, but we still like having a man carry heavy stuff for us.

This chick’s unlikely to hook up with you after your first encounter, but you’re probably a shoe-in to get digits and arrange a date. We’re liable to think you’re just a nice guy and aren’t really hitting on us unless you make the first overture toward a date. Don’t be fooled by the “unwed by choice” older woman. We’re not all in a race to sink our claws in to get us a husband and Baby-On-Board sign for our mini-vans. We’ve been around the block and are quite comfortable being on our own, but sometimes we want a little sump’n, sump’n, too. Know what I’m sayin’?

If you’re lucky enough to get the call to the Majors - hang on tight. Women in their 30s and 40s tend to be more comfortable with their bodies and their sexuality. We don’t mind telling you what we want and making sure that you’re getting what you need. When everyone’s done and satisfied, you don’t need to spend the night, but don’t trip over your pants running out the door. We enjoy basking in the afterglow, light cuddling and talking a bit. If you’re good at this part too, you can bet you’ll be added to the speed dial in her cell phone.

Species: The girl with the red/pink hair and Schrödinger equation tattoo.

Where to find her: dive bars, late night diners

How to approach her: Honestly, I’ve always prided myself on being approachable. If you get up the nerve to talk to me and don’t come off as a complete jerk, I’ll probably at least give you a chance. But to really get my attention? You need to use the look. The look is a sort of heavy-lidded, intense gaze, best deployed across a smoky bar for at least 30 seconds before approaching your prey. The look says “I’m mysterious and brooding and I want you.” It manages to get your attention and flatter you without any words. It makes you feel singled out and sexy. It’s tricky to pull off — too often guys attempting this just look like they’re trying too hard, or like they’re thinking about slipping a roofie into your drink. But if you can manage it, it’s damn hard for a woman to resist. It helps if you have the bad-boy image — leather biker jacket, tattoos, cigarette — but the only clothing choice that’ll get you automatically disqualified is the one that says: “Member of the douche herd.” Honestly, I don’t know if the look is something you can practice or if you just have to know how to do it, but I can tell you the guys I’ve met who can manage it tend to be supremely self-confident and sure of what they want. And that’s damn sexy.

Species: The 23 year-old who hates heels and can hold her liquor.

Where you can find her: Seedy bars, clubs and sometimes in their VIP sections (not for her own merits, but because she has way hotter friends), playing guitar on the beach.

How to approach her: She’s never drunk, so I’m afraid you’ll have to work for it. If you’re still interested, keep reading.

Rule of thumb: If you see a group of gorgeous women, always go for the less hot one. She knows she’s among better-looking friends, and if she’s approached by you she’ll be grateful and it’ll boost up her confidence. John Nash said it in A Beautiful Mind and the guy won a Nobel Prize, so he’s smart. And kinda crazy, but whatever.

Compliments regarding physical appearance don’t work on her. She’d much rather hear someone say, “You have a great laugh” than “You’re really hot.” But if you feel like you have to compliment her looks then do it, and if it comes out adorably awkward, she’ll giggle nervously and touch your feeble and (most likely) extremely pale arm.

The ability to have a conversation making eye contact instead of tit-eye contact is always important, but so is good ole banter. If you can hold the sarcasm for six sentences without breaking character you’re her kind of guy. If you happen to say, “I can’t stop singing that fucking O-Town song” there’s a 74 percent chance she’ll jump you on the spot. She’s a sucker for guilty pleasures.

If by the end of the night you’re naked, don’t make her feel cheap. How do you that? Spoon her and secure a second date. She’s a keeper, I’m afraid.

Species: Oblivious 26 year-old Geek Girl.

Where to Find Her: Bars, the bookstore, probably Facebook.

How to approach her: If you see her in a bar, send a smile her way. She probably won’t quite manage to return it — don’t get discouraged, this has no bearing on your chances. Are you tall and geeky? If so, then she’s already noticed you, and probably watches you slyly from the corner of her eye. If not, well, she’s probably likewise noticed you, she tends towards observance, especially when in public —people-watching is fun. However, she is generally pretty shy and she probably didn’t even realize you were smiling at her. She’s oblivious to your subtlety, so save that for more savvy girls.

No matter what you do, please don’t try too hard. It’s not a good thing; you’re likely to get laughed at, either to your face or when you aren’t looking (probably to your face). Trying too hard just makes you a tool; it doesn’t make you cute or cool. And remember, being smart and geeky is a good thing with this girl — she likes smart and geeky. You’ve probably heard this one before, but self-confidence is always a good thing, as long as it doesn’t turn into cockiness. Or at least not too much cockiness.

Mostly, flattery will get you everywhere, along with some perseverance and patience, and a healthy dose of not being an asshole.

Species: Introverted and perverted single white female of the non-homicidal variety

Where you can find her: dive bars, libraries, the gym, her couch, awesome movie websites

How to approach her: You know what? Don’t. I know that sounds counter intuitive, but you’re never going to get a girl worth getting by sidling up to her in a noisy club and doing your best to trick her into getting drunk and sleeping with you. Every girl, not matter how pretty or ugly, has been hit on a thousand times by guys with pick up lines — some terrible, some good — but the point is, she’s immune. It’s also cliché to try and buy a girl a drink right off the bat, and it’s difficult to just strike up a conversation with someone you don’t know. So what should you do? Fuck if I know. Try to get a mutual friend to introduce you, or talk about the band in the bar or the books in her hand. The only tried and true thing I can think of is to be yourself. Trite? Sure. But it would also be refreshingly unique.


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Comments

Waaaaay too much effort, dropping a couple of 20s and a pack of Newports usually works for Slim.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at November 3, 2008 9:13 AM

Interesting guide.

There are plenty of people who just connect at a glance. It's happened to me a kazillion times in a kazillion different places and settings. That moment when two people catch each others' eyes - and you know you're both thinking the same thing. It almost doesn't matter what's said.

Posted by: Cindy at November 3, 2008 9:17 AM

I was at a disco in Norwich, England once, and this guy walked up and started dancing with me...and then licked my face. Note to Paji(hee)bans: This is not an effective pick-up strategy.

Posted by: Girlnone at November 3, 2008 9:35 AM

I'm going to print this off and keep it with me at all times, like serial killers and "The Catcher in the Rye".
That being said, I've seen all of these before. I love the Intellectual in Disguise since I tend to drop casual references into my witty banter and if a girl picks up on that then I'm smitten. Of course, at a fraternity party I tend to do my best work with the "Emotional Ugly Ducklings". Let them strike out with the "Alpha" females while I work on the cute one with glasses. Usually having fratboys around makes me look fascinating, an alternative. The other (extremely) white meat.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at November 3, 2008 9:36 AM

If THIS is an example of what we can expect from the Pajunta ... er, um, well then, long live the Pajunta!

Posted by: bucdaddy at November 3, 2008 9:36 AM

Girlnone, licking the face of a stranger resulted in Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson's marriage/divorce/marriage/divorce/marriage/divorce, so I'm sure that guy thought the technique would work on just any woman. He forgot that it only works on whores.

Posted by: Sofía at November 3, 2008 9:38 AM

We're not all in a race to sink our claws in to get us a husband and Baby-On-Board sign for our mini-vans.

Amen, sister!

Posted by: ciji at November 3, 2008 9:40 AM

Sooo....what are you feisty ladies doing later? Want a drink?

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at November 3, 2008 9:50 AM

Look for the quietly cute (and typically bespectacled) girl over there in the corner -- way over there behind the ficus, sending furtive glances and wry smiles your way. Yeah, that's her.

Well, I suppose my problem would be that that's what I do too (with amazing results, of course), and mostly because of the advice in the last paragraph that I already knew (see: earlier discussion of The Comics Store Girl), and I just don't have the stomach to engineer to a one night stand anyway.

Great, ya gotta bring me down like this on a Monday!

But who's not checking for rings? Like I said, hit the mid-20s and it's IMPORTANT.

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 9:54 AM

Phew thought i was gonna have to point out how any self respecting (self hating) young pajiban male would rather put in no effort than actually try.
Im of the theory that the older Pajiban males have got their shit together on the lady front. Whereas us young guns are just sarcasm spewing alcoholics who enjoy nothing better than telling a woman she has the eyes of hitler or explaining that it would be difficult for Brick to be pretentious with a budget less than that of the average news bulletin.
Id be surprised if any Pajiban male could actually pull off the bad ass act. I tried once but Im pretty sure there are international treaties against ginger males acting tough because I just end up getting chased by idiots down the street and having people fight over me in pubs vis a vis the eternal debate of who I look more like Harry Potter or Ron Weasley.

Posted by: jim at November 3, 2008 9:57 AM

licking the face of a stranger resulted in Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson's marriage/divorce/marriage/divorce/marriage/divorce, so I'm sure that guy thought the technique would work on just any woman.

It also resulted in terrifying new strains of Hepatitis and the dreaded "Super Herp". It's like the Africanized killer bee of STD's.

Posted by: branded at November 3, 2008 9:58 AM

What about a guide for the overly sensitive feminist who sees sexism in everything? Sofia and Co have let us down on how to woo the most elusive of women.

Posted by: dylanj at November 3, 2008 9:58 AM

I was in a bar and a overconfident (douchebag) guy told me "try Me" and he kept saying that over and over in my ear....needless to say i did not try him.

Posted by: NDR at November 3, 2008 10:02 AM

dylanj,

The overly sensitive feminist will make sure she's the one who picks you up.

Posted by: Sofía at November 3, 2008 10:02 AM

rrRowrr!!

Posted by: VinKong at November 3, 2008 10:10 AM

...Id be surprised if any Pajiban male could actually pull off the bad ass act...

Jim...oh yes. It can be done. But not an OVERT badass...but a snarky badass. Like...you wear black T-shirts and jeans, ride a kick-ass motorcycle, are always confident, but LOVE to let the whole wall down to be a dork abort some stupid music on the jukebox...that's it. I would tell you more...but then I may never be invited back up to Manayunk to drink Hacker pschorr at dive bars.

Posted by: PissBoy at November 3, 2008 10:16 AM

Jim,
I promise you, gingers can be very sexy. My red-headed s/o just goes for broke - dual sport motorcycle rider, cave diver, oceanographer and physicist, can use a bow and a variety of bullet slinging weapons with a high level of accuracy. That ginger boy of mine (3+ years now) gets jumped as frequently as possible.

Posted by: epimethea at November 3, 2008 10:17 AM

I've actually done the badass stare before...successfully, but 9 times out of 10, I'd be over there with Jay, hiding out and making inside jokes and being painfully shy and antisocial.

Hey, sometimes it works for us too.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at November 3, 2008 10:22 AM

Funny enough my fiancee has got major street cred for how he got me...After 8 months of heavily enforced celibacy (I was left for a 22 year old after 7 years) This awkward guy walks up to me and compliments my jeans...I look over my shoulder and tell him I'll be sure to tell my father next time i see him and walk off with my drink.

He looked like he got hit with a 2x4 ,

Two hours later he gets my number out of me (" I'm NOT dating, not having sex and only looking for friends and no, I don't believe in your altruism") 6 months of text messages and really hot sex we're engaged. His male friends STILL can't figure out how the hell he did it.

Posted by: bookslut at November 3, 2008 10:25 AM

Badass stare - fair warning to all. There is a fine line between "I want you" and "I want to see your intestines spilling out on my kitchen table." I have to stay 200 feet away all because i wanted to say 'hi'.

Posted by: PissBoy at November 3, 2008 10:26 AM

well what do you know i shoot a bow too its bright pink so that kinda negates me being bad ass however good a shot I am.
Im resigned to the fact that a bad ass stare will always be out of my reach. Leather, ginger hair and glasses really arent a good combination at five foot ten. Tiny eyes dont help either even if I did ride a motorbike (Andy in forty year old virgin had it right as he did with most things, bicycles are cooler) Id end up looking like Danny de vito's fifties gang in its always sunny. Although since watching its always sunny ive realised that being danny devito would be pretty awesome.

Posted by: jim at November 3, 2008 10:32 AM

Jim, gingers are a rare and sexy treat all on their own. If there was a man-scavenging list, they'd be worth 3x the points as a badass.

Posted by: Lauren at November 3, 2008 10:33 AM

Yeah...I think we're going to have to ensure that our PajibaCon venue has ample corner space....

(Ow, dammit, Jay--you're stepping on my foot! Shadows, run over there and grab us all some drinks, would you?)

Posted by: meaux at November 3, 2008 10:35 AM

Yes ma'am...coladas for all!

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at November 3, 2008 10:38 AM

As I sit here giving the slow clap to this post, I am also giggling that I recognize my fellow Pajibettes just from the descriptions.

All Hail Godtopussy!

Posted by: Nicole at November 3, 2008 10:39 AM

Same here, >Nicole...and I haven't had the ample pleasure of meeting them...

Soon, me sweet Julie...soon...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at November 3, 2008 10:40 AM

Dude, I missed the earlier thread on the Comic Store Girl. What's wrong with a Comic Store Girl?

Also, licking a finger, then running it up a pale arm and saying,"You are white and lovely." will not get a guy into the pants of me or any of my friends. That would be a bad pick up line.

Posted by: Captain Steve at November 3, 2008 10:48 AM

Jim, don't worry if you don't meet the basics of my personal Action Figure Ginger (with karate chop arm!). Lauren is right, gingers are worth their weight in gold. I'd say 2/3 of my boyfriends over the years have been redheads. I've dated a ginger chef, pothead, accountant, student... I love that you can be covered in man-hair, yet everything is just a nice fluffy reddish gold.
This topic is getting a bit porny for me, sorry. Apparently I'm obsessed. You learn something new about yourself every day.

Posted by: epimethea at November 3, 2008 10:49 AM

I still don't get the post's title, though. It suggests a Jezebel-style list of tips on rocking the lady bidness.

LOL pussy says Pleasuring Me: U R doin it rong.

Posted by: Lauren at November 3, 2008 10:55 AM

Captain Steve...I honestly don't see where outside of a fetish bar that could possibly come close to working.

Eww....

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at November 3, 2008 10:57 AM

Oh, and it was most definitely NOT a fetish bar. At least, there was no sign up that said "Fetish bar."

Shit. I really hope it wasn't, because I sat on those barstools, man. Ick.

Posted by: Captain Steve at November 3, 2008 11:07 AM

What's wrong with a Comic Store Girl?

There's nothing wrong with her at all, she can just create a dilemma through no fault of her own. What I said earlier was:


Well I've never worked in a comics store, but I'm familiar with the reverse: encountering the comics store girl. And the Code Of Honor says you leave it alone. Oh that can be painful sometimes (like, say, Kim at Oxford way back when, calling me to say my "Invisibles" #6 is in, talking about the Bis show she went to, etc...) but you LEAVE IT ALONE. "But maybe I'm the guy--" LEAVE IT ALONE. Keep it professional. After all, we know there are plenty who do not live under the code. I'm sure some of them even succeed.

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 11:11 AM

Note on Office women: I'm married and I don't wear a wedding ring. I do wear a ring on the left hand, but it's not a wedding ring. As I explained to my hubby, I married the man, not the ring, and I'd like to wear other rings and swap it out.

Second Note on Office women: If you're such a loser that you don't have any social life outside of the office, I'm sure as hell not touching you.

Posted by: BWeaves at November 3, 2008 11:18 AM

Well, isn't "DON'T DO IT AT WORK" one of the other rules?

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 11:20 AM

Ahh, yes, I have noticed that. The reverse is interesting as well: Walk into a comic store. Get double-checked by comic store guy, confirming that a girl did just enter his store without a boy, but he's always very polite, asks if I need anything, offers to order whatever obscure and random bullshit I'm reading at the moment. Comic store guys just let you be. It's nice.

Posted by: Captain Steve at November 3, 2008 11:20 AM

Well, isn't "DON'T DO IT AT WORK" one of the other rules?

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 11:20 AM

I didn't read anything about "doing it" at work. The HR Lady in me would say that's a definite no-no.

I'm not saying it's a good idea, however, when many people spend 50+ hours a week at work, you're bound to find yourself attracted to one of your co-workers eventually. Unless you work with engineers...

Posted by: Lainey at November 3, 2008 11:36 AM

So awesome ladies. This? "The ability to have a conversation making eye contact instead of tit-eye contact is always important, but so is good ole banter. If you can hold the sarcasm for six sentences without breaking character you're her kind of guy." I could have written this. Nothing is hotter than someone who can keep up with or at least appreciate snarky banter.

And PissBoy, the Eagle and the Hackerpschorr are always a-callin. Though I'm still mad that I wasn't allowed to play that Paris Hilton song on the jukebox. :grumble grumble:

Posted by: Julie at November 3, 2008 11:50 AM

girlnone -

I'm in Norwich currently, studying at UEA, and I'm pretty sure that I have heard this story. Perhaps this guy is still on the prowl?

Posted by: elle dee at November 3, 2008 11:51 AM

Cap'n, the line "You are white and lovely" is actually hilarious to me (sans licking). Just imagine Billy Dee Williams saying it. You know you'd go for it then. In fact, I'm trying that line. While doing a Billy Dee Williams impression.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at November 3, 2008 12:04 PM

Nothing is hotter than someone who can keep up with or at least appreciate snarky banter.

Completely agree.

Oh and about the work thing - there has to be undercover work dating allowed. I met my husband when he came in as a consultant to rescue our computer system.

Posted by: Cindy at November 3, 2008 12:10 PM

Oh how I love you Pajiba ladies. Between 'Emotional ugly duckling' and 'Oblivious 26 year-old Geek Girl' you've pretty much described me. I feel so understood! Too bad the UK is a bit short on Pajiba males...

And I think you're right elle dee... I've heard that story around Leeds, too.

Posted by: Gumble at November 3, 2008 12:30 PM

As a firmly committed gay man, I browsed this one. However:

"Schrödinger equation tattoo"

I will drool and fawn lustily over any man or woman who bears such adornment.

Posted by: jeem at November 3, 2008 12:44 PM

Gumble, welcome to the club.

And it's ok, there's far too few Pajiba guys here in the US to go around as well. Or at least, I haven't met enough of them. ;)

Posted by: lizzieborden at November 3, 2008 1:24 PM

You girls are aware that you are allowed to approach a man in much the same manner? What with it being 2008 and all, gender equality, all that jazz.



Anyone telling you that men all prefer the "thrill of the chase" and whatnot is spouting purest bullshit.



Gumble, I'm in Northants (and ginger!).

Posted by: Ginginho at November 3, 2008 1:26 PM

Men haven't "heard every line before" either!

Well, I wouldn't necessarily want to be picked up, as it were. But someone who doesn't care at all that I'm a stranger, just senses that she's comfortable with me, and starts talking to me about whatever's going on around us. For some reason these tend to be women I do have something to talk about with, so there's not even an "I need to get away from her" problem.

These women also aren't necessarily single, or even alone...but it's nice anyway!

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 1:42 PM

Dear Pajiba Ladies,

Do you have any dating tips for the emotionally retarded? Please help. I'm not getting any younger.

Note: I already know how to hook up with alcoholic, heavy-metal loving Latinas, Narcissistic Appalachian tattoo nymphomaniacs, sex-starved Oberlin grads and introspective, spaced-out models from Austin.

Posted by: imk at November 3, 2008 1:46 PM

Ah, Pajiba girls....where were you when I was making my first furtive steps into the dating world? I am now an older and wiser man of 38 and I have lassoed a quietly cute and bespectacled goddess to spend the rest of my days with, but My Godopussy, how much fun could some of us had before that point in time? I say at least a little.

The more of you I read about and see on Facebook, the more I fall deeper into platonic love with all of you. I would love to take all of you out for a quiet dinner, flatter you with faint praise and make you giggle with my witty remarks and quotes from the tv epic According to Jim and then whisk you away to sing karaoke with me so I can sing Fiona Apple's Criminal and see where the night takes us. (don't laugh, I sing the song really well and have melted the coldest of hearts on many an occasion). But alas and alack, I have given my heart (and all other vital organs) to my lady love as we were engaged last August.

However....there is another. Rubble44 has a twin brother. And no, not a soap opera brother with an eyepatch, the real deal. He's smarter than I am, has a solid career, drives a Prius and is just as sarcastic and funny as I am (actually my fiancee says he is funnier, a subject of much consternation with me as my brother hasn't won an E.E.) He reads Raymond Carver, loves Wilco and Pavement, is a Coen Brothers fanatic and had been said to look like NPH. (I always say we look like the #10 when we stand next to each other).

If I can't have the pleasure of courting at least one of you beautiful women who I am wholly unworthy of, maybe I can let my brother live the dream. Because a Pajiba woman is one of the highest quality.

Oh, and if you don't look for the ring first...you are a dump truck. That two seconds will save you hours of shoddy research sometimes. I speak from experience.

Posted by: Rubble44 at November 3, 2008 2:09 PM

Seriously, Rubble44! I have, on at least THREE occasions, had guy friends scope out some chick at a bar/restaurant/office and not notice the HONKIN' ring she's sporting. I asked them if they saw it and didn't care or what? Each of them said, "oh, I didn't even think to look". Yep. All three men are in their 30's and two have been married before.

I don't understand. It's one of the first things I look for. You know, after I check out their ass...

PS: is your brother on Facebook? What? I'm just asking! geeez.

Posted by: Lainey at November 3, 2008 2:23 PM

The "Where You Can Find Her" portions of this are definitely the most helpful to me. Post-college, I've never been able to figure out where to meet women, much less how to hit on them.

Any hitting on that I do is completely by accident, mainly because I apparently give off an unconcious "I'm completely harmless" vibe that automatically makes women cross me off the "I'd Consider Letting His Privates and My Privates do a High-Five" list.

Seriously, though, any more suggestions on where to meet women who might possess a Paheeban wit would be greatly, greatly appreciated

Posted by: Munkymack at November 3, 2008 3:05 PM

So many hoops to jump through, so little payoff...

Posted by: Recondite at November 3, 2008 3:14 PM

imk, my only dating advice is that petite busty blonde girls do not appreciate being asked whether or not her bosom is "real." And then having said bosom groped to determine aforementioned "realness."

Posted by: KHA at November 3, 2008 3:21 PM

Munkymack, it appears that these women drink.

However, if I'm in a bar, odds are that I'm by myself, whilst women never are. Of course Ron and Harry were right about this--this pack stuff does NOT do us any favors!

But then, the collective here has pretty much said they don't want someone to do that awful bar approach thing anyway.

Bars are goddamn loud too. Only thing worse is live music.

So what's the when/where/what that's genuinely welcome? That's very good to know.

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 3:36 PM

Seriously, though, any more suggestions on where to meet women who might possess a Paheeban wit would be greatly, greatly appreciated.

Dude. Print out the advice part, and optionally the first 1/3 of the comments. (BTW, what is this "reviewing?") Actually print this out.

Take out a highlighter - of course you have one handy.

Highlight every place "confidence" in its several forms shows up w/in 10 words of "sexy" & synonyms.

Now, what is the main message here? Confidence is sexy. Having your own thing going on is sexy. Wanting, without pathetically needing, the one you're with (even with for the moment) is sexy.

Now, stand up straight. Have something so say (there is a mind inside your head, right?) Chew with your mouth closed & pay attention to the words coming out of her mouth as well her mouth, the mind behind the words as well as the bosom below it.

Don Juan / Cassinova '08 "They've got the soccer mom's vote already."

Posted by: BierceAmbrose at November 3, 2008 3:37 PM

Places to hit on women: the grocery store, the library/bookstore, coffee shops (or diners in my case - I'll take a bottomless cup of diner coffee over a mocha-whatever with soy any day)the freaking sidewalk. Honestly, anywhere you find us.

Posted by: s. pisaster at November 3, 2008 3:41 PM

But I already work in the library!


Okay, okay....diners. I'll make a note of that. I like them too.

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 3:51 PM

The diner intrigues me. Well it would if I had trouble meeting women. My problem lies with maintaining women for longer than a weekend. Try the diner, Jay. Pop a squat on the stool next to some sweet young thing and open up your latest fascinating book. Lay down the trap. The right book will make you look like the most fascinating person in there. And, if a stereotype is any indication, the diner ought to be populated by truckers and farmers so you WIll be. Let us know how it goes. I may have to try it.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at November 3, 2008 4:10 PM

Aw, you know you're the player, not me. All I'd do is half glance at the periphery.

Actually, women aren't alone in diners either.

They may very well be alone in the library, but I don't work at the branch they go to. One would have to make a special trip to seek me out, which is contrary to this whole discussion.

Curses!

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 4:23 PM

I find that applying a shit-ton of Axe body spry is awesome. I also carry the little tagalong spritzers in case I need to restink. It's also good to have on no fewer than three (3) polo shirts on at the same time with collars popped. No sideburns whatsoever and frosted tips on the fauxhawk. Only buy the ladies shots that are suggestively named, and always have a Grey Goose & Red Bull on hand. Pick fights, and if a photo opportunity comes, lift your shirt(s) and point at your abs. But don't smile! Instead, pucker up or glare menacingly. Text your Brahs constantly to see if they're scoring... This is how I met my wife. Her name is Mercedes and she's a Tanning Salon shift supervisor during the day and a dancer by night.

Posted by: Skitz at November 3, 2008 4:23 PM

By the way, kudos on the Ent erotica.

Posted by: Skitz at November 3, 2008 4:24 PM

Posted by: Skitz at November 3, 2008 4:23


* HI FIVE BRAH *

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at November 3, 2008 4:26 PM

Oops, shoulda been more specific - try the diners after 11 at night, when all the local poet-philosopher types come out. Women sometimes show up alone then (I do, when I live anywhere near an all-night diner), and rules are anybody can feel free to talk to anybody else. Whole point of a diner after 11. But leave before 2:30 if it's a weekend, when all the drunks come in for their breakfast.

Posted by: s. pisaster at November 3, 2008 4:31 PM

If I were a man I wouldn't even bother. Girls are too much trouble. And they're so demanding and needy like they're all special flowers and what they have to give is so damn great you're going to have to work like an idiot to get it and in the end it's probably not even worth it and when you dump her ass (rightly disappointed) she'll get all shrieky and scream "you only wanted my body!" Well, really, what else is there to want?
God, women. I'm kind of sad I was born one.

You know the best way to get laid? A good corner and $50. $100 if you want to be fancy about it.

Posted by: Lola at November 3, 2008 5:32 PM

Wow, so that's what it's like to be verbally castrated. Not that I didn't deserve that one, BierceAmbrose, especially coming off sounding like a whiny little bitch as I did.

Well played. Well played.

Posted by: Munkymack at November 3, 2008 5:52 PM

But leave before 2:30 if it's a weekend, when all the drunks come in for their breakfast.

Pfffft, you don't wanna hang out with me? Fine. Whatever. I don't even care.

Posted by: jamiepants at November 3, 2008 6:34 PM

Thanks lizzieborden! We'll have to cultivate more, like a nursery. Plant them in little rows, water regularly with snark and sarcasm, wrap them each evening in a soft down of film news and sexual perversion to protect them from the frost and tell them stories of The Godtopus/sy until they fall asleep and dream of MurderTanks filled with cocktails. Or something.

Ginginho - Yay, a fellow Britainer! I'm from Yorkshire, but studying in Cornwall at the moment. I wonder how many Pajibans are from our side of the pond...

Posted by: Gumble at November 3, 2008 6:42 PM

We'll have to cultivate more, like a nursery. Plant them in little rows, water regularly with snark and sarcasm, wrap them each evening in a soft down of film news and sexual perversion to protect them from the frost and tell them stories of The Godtopus/sy until they fall asleep and dream of MurderTanks filled with cocktails. Or something.

Well, thanks for that.
Now I have this weird mental picture of cute and bespectacled girls pulling up mini plant versions of Ryan Reynolds like that scene in Harry Potter, except with less paralyzing screams and more little orange abs.

Posted by: Ginginho at November 3, 2008 7:20 PM

Oh, now we gotta look like Ryan Reynolds too? You take things too far, Gus!

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 7:25 PM

Of course I've never had a problem with getting laid, as long as I had a van and some chloroform I was good to go.

Posted by: Pookie at November 3, 2008 7:50 PM

I'd like to put forth a couple of extra ideas for this list. Please take it in the spirt it is intended - this is one of the few websites I've ever visited where men and women come together to snark and rant, and yet I never hear the tired 'All women/men are bitches/bastards' whinge-fest. Sure, several claim to be personally be a bitch/bastard, but nobody slams an entire gender. Thank you. Thank you so much.

Suggestion 1. Talk to her like a person first, woman second. So many guys are Eloquents amongst their buddies but freeze like bunnies in the headlights when they're talking to women. Or worse, talk like they're reading off a script written by some guy who thinks calling yourself a pickup 'artist' hides the fact that you're a complete fucktard. There's nothing sexier than someone who's talking and listening to you like the conversation is enough. It's the ultimate compliment to pay anybody, that they're so damn interesting they don't need to take off their clothes. Which seems to increase the chances of clothes being taken off. Hey, guys get to pee standing up, women reserve the right to be confusing.
Suggestion 2 - It's perfectly okay to admit you're attracted to a woman, in fact, please do. Tits increase your chances of getting a free drink, they do not give you mind-reading abilities. So let her know if you're interested. Don't try the whole 'I'll be her best friend and she'll fall in love with me' trick. Aside from being very deceptive, the best you'll end up being is her best friend.
Suggestion 3 - If you read or comment on this site, you've already passed the 'Is he a fucktard?' test. Remember that. Despite the fact you piss us off on a regular basis, most women have very warm fuzzy feelings for you adorable little testosterone producers.

Posted by: ScienceGeek at November 3, 2008 8:05 PM

'Spirit', not spirt. I don't know what a spirt is, but is sounds dirty.

Posted by: ScienceGeek at November 3, 2008 8:09 PM

Well it's quite nice of you to say all that, Ms. SG, and of course you know that we definitely can't read your minds either.


I like intergender cooperation too.

Posted by: Jay at November 3, 2008 8:29 PM

No harm intended Munkymack. The point being that women (girls, ladies, babes, dolls, tomatoes, the unfair sex & etc.) will tell you, if you'll pay attention. When they're not writing a primer, they're telling you what works by their response.

If anything makes women bonkers about men, it's out not getting the hint. You want verbally castrated, listen to a "just us girls here" conversation about men who blew it (not in a good way). Subtle, such conversations are not.

Posted by: BierceAmbrose at November 3, 2008 9:11 PM

I'm doomed.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at November 3, 2008 11:13 PM

Agreed, Jay. If I were to reverse the genders, my first suggestion would be something like - Men cannot read minds, and in general, they don't understand hints either. Yes, it's as frustrating as hell, but deal. Tell them shit, aright?! And don't go whining to ScienceGeek about how 'that guy' won't ask you out, especially when you've gone to great efforts to be 'cool' around him. Because she WILL grab you by the hair and water torture you until you are smart again, using only a can of coke and her white-hot, frustrated rage.

Posted by: ScienceGeek at November 4, 2008 12:06 AM

I feel like all of these different types of women have put out cigarettes on my soul at one time or another in the past year.

Two things I've done that have worked going in cold at a bar are the following:

1) We talked about Duck Hunt
2) We talked about the TLC song "Creep" and it's deeper meaning. (I maintain she's creepin on him as a response to him creepin on her but I digress)

Moral of the story: it's a crap shoot

Posted by: Billowing Backpacks at November 4, 2008 2:36 AM

Emotional Ugly Duckling, Oblivious Geek: First Class reporting for duty from over here, behind the ficus.

Posted by: Gabs at November 4, 2008 6:51 AM

ScienceGeek, were you watching Dexter on Sunday night?

I'd have to agree with you, at least in my experience, I do not pick up on hints, and most of my male friends are probably in the same boat. So ladies, please just smack us upside the head with these things. It just makes life easier for everyone.

Posted by: Munkymack at November 4, 2008 12:06 PM