I'm a person who is all about corny pick up lines. I think they're great, as long as they're intended to be cheesy. The quickest way to my heart is to make me laugh. (That's not true. The quickest way to my heart is to give me ice cream and tell me it won't make me fat.)
I've gotten the multitude of funny lines and have even used a few myself. Some are perverted, some are masochistic, some hardly even make sense. I don't really care, I think they're hilarious. Totally worth the try if you want to make someone's day.
However, today I was given the one line I can't stand. "Your boyfriend is a lucky man."
This is a tester line... Meaning no one has previously mentioned a boyfriend. Guys use it because they're too scared to actually just come straight out and ask if you have a boyfriend. But at the same time they're also giving you a lame compliment telling you how great you are.
Yes, thank you sir, I am awesome. You, however, did not impress me in the least.
I really don't find it attractive when men can't be straight forward. I'm a pretty upfront lady (I say lady because it makes me sound better about my lack of sensitivity sometimes). Yes, I know sometimes it's not a line, it's an honest compliment. Today's situation was not that. It was weird
Men- we do not truly appreciate the compliment in this scenario. We women are keen on your shyness. And for me let's be real. With all my crying, I cover all the overly dramatic, woman-sensitive-coyness in my relationships. I need you to please man-up and stop being girly.
Also! Enough with the double standards. Men are clueless about every subtle hint a woman drops. We are told to 'tell you exactly what it is we want.' I'm not saying we don't pick up on you hitting on us, but drop the act. It's just as annoying to us. (And it's not our fault you're clueless to anything woman-related anyway)
So let me tell you why I have decided to post this today.
So I'm at the gym, right? I always wear my headphones for 2 reasons. 1) I like to listen to my music. And 2) I'm at the gym, I really don't want to talk to anyone. I'm sweaty and smelly and I come here to focus on me.
Still, a man on the machine next to me decides to strike up a conversation. Wasn't horrible, talking about summer and my weight loss (I'll stick in anywhere that I lost 20-some pounds). We talked about swimming and the pool and stuff. Which is kinda where I draw the line. I really don't want to talk about bikinis with strange men.
And boom! This Not-Juice-Head-Guy at my Juice Head Gym comes out with, "You look great, your boyfriend is a lucky man.'
Um. Excuse me. There hadn't been any mention of boyfriends or girlfriends yet. It was awkward, misplaced, bad timing. I really wanted to tell him that was a bad choice in pick up lines. No one said I did or did not have a boyfriend. That if I didn't have one, that would not have been the way to become my boyfriend... Because obviously any man who talks to me wants to be my boyfriend. Duh.
I didn't say it though. I shouldn't have been as put off by it as I was. But I couldn't help it. So I just said, "I'm the lucky one! He's hot!"
That was pretty much the end of our conversation. Oops. If any of you Internet people have ever wondered why I share my life with you instead of my real friends, I hope this clears up any questions...
