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August 20, 2004

Really - No, thank you

Typical morning commute. I wait on the station platform, reading.

A man's voice addresses me. "Excuse me, ma'am? Do you have twenny-fie or thurdy-fie cents you can spare?" The guy is wearing a clean baggy t-shirt and clean baggy jeans. He's got headphones around his neck and carries a CD player. Doesn't appear homeless. I shake my head curtly and return to my book.

"How about your phone number?"

I shake my head again. "No, thank you."

Do guys really think this approach works? That women just stand on subway platforms waiting to give out their phone numbers on the basis of no acquaintance, to men who mumble and wear sloppy baggy clothes - in general, let alone on a weekday morning? At least this was a more comprehensive exchange than the one where I'm sitting on a bench at the same station, and the guy says something unintelligible to me. After asking him several times and explaining that I don't understand him (between the mumbling and the Southern drawl) - I figure out that he's asking me "You gotta man?" Classy.

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My favorite pick up:

him: Do you have a quarter?
me: no, sorry
him: well, I need a quarter to make a phone call
me: sorry, I don't have one
him: well, I promised my mother I'd call home when I saw an angel. Can I have your number?
me: {gagging}

why do men think this kind of cheesy shit works?

Posted by: Daniella at August 20, 2004 11:12 AM

I can't imagine a guy thinking anyone would be interested in someone begging for money. It's an insight into those particular men's thought patterns, i.e., non-functional in reality.

Posted by: The Cataloger at August 20, 2004 11:19 AM

Scary, scary pickup lines. The randomness of the train platform makes it even stranger.

Posted by: Brendan at August 20, 2004 12:44 PM

It's really weird. I haven't been hit on until I moved back to Atlanta. Apparently I'm somewhat appealing to black men who ride MARTA (granted, a fairly limited sample population), because so far every guy who's approached me in one strange way or another has been African-American. Not crazy. Not homeless. Just a fellow passenger who thinks I am available - and interested - just because I haven't completely ignored him when he says "Excuse me...."

Posted by: Lady Crumpet at August 20, 2004 02:33 PM

It always works for me!

Posted by: LTR at August 20, 2004 02:45 PM

Imagine the exchange:

man: "cheesy pickup line"
woman: "yes, God, Finally, a man! Please take me away and make an honest woman of me!!"

Or
man: wolf whistles
woman: take me now.....you, animal.

Now, I am a woman who likes a good compliment. But the random "piece of meat" sort of compliment will only get you contempt.

Posted by: Kim Wells at August 27, 2004 05:10 PM