2.) English is not your second language
3.) You're not my high school volleyball coach...
then I am generally going to assume that you will drug and rape me. I don't need a crystal ball to see I'm waking up next to a dumpster with my dress on inside out and a very disconcerting taste in my mouth.
[Not only will I never sleep with you, I very well may try to cut you].
Clothing.
The way that you dress can speak volumes as well. It's not about the cost of your clothing. It's fit and style.
1.) Your pants should fit. We want to see a little ass (through your pants, not because they're falling off of you), but not Numboya's mystical staff. The fact is, baggy jeans make you look unemployable and too-tight pants indicate that you're either over-sexed or severely undersexed.

[The pants on the left are only okay for Roger Daltrey. And only because he an Liam Neeson were responsible for my sexual awakening]

3.) Don't wear jewelry unless you're really really ethnic.
[I'd rather date a guy who steals jewelry from me to pawn it, than one who takes it to wear...also, what self-respecting woman would bang a magician?].
Behavior
1.) Do not EVER send a woman a drink before talking to her. You don't want to start out with a woman feeling like she has to talk to you. That's extortion. You may as well kidnap my dog.
[Sadly my stalker doesn't have Photoshop either].
2.) Don't get too drunk. There's a reason that officer "Sugar Tits" wasn't anglin for what Mel was danglin. You say stupid things when you're drunk. Things like "Hella". Also, you have a greater tendency to cross a boundary, like touching me without permission. Me in a bar filled with drunks is like Ash in Medieval times.

[Now I swear, the next one of you primates even touches me...]
3.) On the other extreme, though, don't overdo it with the sensitivity. We want to know that you have a sensitive side, but not right away. Being a nice guy and being a total vagina are very different creatures. Don't cry talking about your ex (best not to mention her at all) or the puppy you saw at the pound last week. If you do, I will either think that you're lying to me or that you were born a herm and your parents made the wrong choice regarding which gender to raise you. Either way, I'd be more likely to set up a poker game with Joran van der Sloot than let you see me naked.
[He's worried cause he missed his period]
There will be a lot more tips to follow, but I have to get back to the work for which I actually get PAID. So here's a final word of advice: treat us like human beings. Regular, run-of-the-mill people. Just talk to us the way you would anyone else and don't try so f--king hard. Desperation is not an alluring scent.
my buddy Ken (Hart) sent me this post. it's hilarious. should be syndicated.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you. Pass the url along. Maybe someday people will pay me for this and I can quit my terrible, terrible job.
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