You're a sweet talker, Noddy.
You can win me over anytime. :wink:
Reyn--
I just adore your sweet talk and your winning ways, but remember, as
Dorothy Parker observed:
Quote:Fighting Words
Say my love is easy had,
Say I'm bitten raw with pride,
Say I am too often sad -
Still behold me at your side.
Say I'm neither brave nor young,
Say I woo and coddle care,
Say the devil touched my tongue -
Still you have my heart to wear.
But say my verses do not scan,
And I'll get me another man!
Here is one of my lines;
" Look baby, I'm a man, your a woman. It's nature. Why fight it."
Then I have "The Package" (not that pakage)
The Package is;
1. My bank statment
2. Documentaion of current STD and AIDS test with my name and I.D.
3. Check stub
4. Car registration
While the babe is looking the other way at the bar BAM! I slam the package on the table and I don't say a word I just sit down, nurse my drink and say "It's all there baby, let's skip the bull$hit."
lol. How about this one:
"Nice shoes! Wanna fu...?"
I have seen that one work. And the girl wasn't drunk!
Just when you've thought you've heard them all, eh?
[smacks forehead]
Navy pal of mine took to saying, "Look at the jaws on that son-of-a-bitch," looking at the girls' rear ends. Once, on the sidewalk in Long Beach, he used that line on a girl. The girl smiled back at him. They went off together.
Well, where's the rest of the story?
Tease!
I didn't go with them. Geez. How would I know?
Well, I would use my imagination, but I don't have any.
I live vicariously through others. That's what I love about A2K.
I had lurid thoughts, but didn't want to embellish what I don't know for sure.
Ah, c'mon, live a little....embellish....you know you wanna!
Then there was another Navy buddy, who was a long tall double jointed Mississippi boy. He was lonely, but too shy to make passes at girls. One night in a bar, a beautiful girl approached him and asked him to go home with her. No pick up lines, no introductory conversation. She drove that lanky tall boy to her home, had her way with him for a few hours, then dumped him back on the street in downtown Long Beach.
In 1956 my mother found this come-on touching.
I found it offensive.
Scene: Teenage malt shack.
My cousin was thirteen. A High School Guy left his buddies, went over to her table and dropped a dime in front of her. He announced, "When you aren't jail bait, call me."
I never did care for crude statements like that, myself.
