When I used to regularly goto fetish clubs I would ask women I'd approach if they liked to be scratched. This may seem a little weird, but consider the environment and it's not so much.
It tended to work about 75% of the time, so far as getting to work on the woman in question. A mixture of massage & acupressure, plus the sensation of sharp nails. I don't grow mine especially long... but I know how to use them.
Of that 75% I'd guesstimate about 50% might wanna take things to a further level, either that night or sometime in the near future, which would lead to other locations, less clothes, and a lot of happy naked bouncy time.
" You are the power'
It was quite lame, I was young, he was young, we were both stupid.
He was talking to me and he was sad, and I wanted to touch him, so I just moved closer and said: "Hold on" before moving into his space and clearing the hair from his face. "Now I can see those amazing eyes."
He smiled and well yeah, he had amazing blue eyes...
it worked because we dated for almost six years and were at the very edge of marriage before I blew it...
I'm such and idiot.
And the worst any used on me. "Baby... I bet your ass has my name tattooed on it, wanna show me?"
yes and yes I walked up and pretended to ay she dropped a five on the floor my 5 if she said oh yes I must of seeee ya teach pups and most will take the you if you play the singles mingle right aaaahhhhh
I received an "anti" pickup line! This guy had "mommy" issues (he was 33 at the time, too). He was trying to breakup with me and said, "My mother doesn't know that I see you. If she finds out, I'll either have to marry you or leave you alone."
I called him once and whispered a very flirtatious obscene thing to him, to which he replied, "Mom?"
He was trying to be funny, but, uh, I guess his Oedipal (SP?) Complex kicked in.
Yes, I am ashamed to admit it, but I have. And yes, it did work, of which I am even more ashamed. And regretful.
And yes, I'm aware I only answered some of the questions. Deal with it.
A few years back, about a month before I left home to enlist in the Air Force, I was at a bar with some friends, and met a girl. Turns out she was a huge New York Yankees fan. So we were already off to a bad start. I was wearing a Red Sox 2007 World Series Champion shirt, which made things a little more awkward between us. However, she was pretty, and she clearly had a thing for me, so we both let it all slide and decided to have drinks and have a fun night. This is where the pickup line comes in. We were on the dance floor, and she looked at me and said, "That shirt looks terrible on you!" My reply: "It'll look better tonight crumpled up on your bedroom floor."
And yes, that line worked. Go me!
I haven't used a chat up line for a very long time, and I've never been any good at chatting someone up.
Some of the worse I heard as a teenager were "If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" or "Here's 40p, call your parents and tell them you'll be late home".