Worst pickup line.... like ever
It was mine. :D
Back in 1992. "So, you take French?"
For God's sake it was only on the phone, so technically I could take advantage of the fact thay she had never seen me! (That IS an advantage, believe me! Whenever I fell in love at first sight, the girl would yell at first sight ;) ) Hmmm..... So that was my line - "So, you take French?" And she replied "Yes." And then, doh! it never went anywhere.
After religiously enquiring about all the other courses she could have possibly taken, and passing a few desperate moments in absolute weirdness, I hung up. She hung up.
However it was my first pickup line, and of course, I did not pickup anything! I dropped some things though.. like my self-respect, the chick magnet image that I managed to build within myself ignoring all laws of nature and common sense. As you can tell, most of my crushes and deep loves were one-sided and short-lived.
My misfortune had to do with me. And my screwed up schooling in a boys' school. Ok, I had no choice there. I'd rather blame it on fate.
There were several other things in life that I myself voluntarily messed up. Since my schooling was spoilt (I wasn't, thanks to the stupid freaking school again) I did not have anything useful or useless to do and resorted to studying. I ended up with a decent score that gave me the luxury of choosing a school I wanted (not ANY school I wanted, IITs, Anna University and the the like got filled like months before my turn came) And that is when I screwed up again. Grave, grave, grave. Chose Mechanical Engineering. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, as if I was born to invent some creepy engine tha will run on water or something. Damn It. Even God won't pardon me for that.
That was Boys II of my life. (Since it involved a lot of 'man'ual labor, it is very uncommon in India for girls to take Mechanical) Not a single girl in my class. I am not saying there were no single girls, there were NO GIRLS. All through my four years of undergrad, ALL my senior classes had samples of womankind, ALL my junior classes had some representation of girls. So I was a loser all along, teaming up with a bunch of other losers who claimed that we wouldn't see girls anyways, since we didn't trust girls, girls were a waste of time, girls were mean and any other false propoganda we could think of to defend our weakness with the weaker sex.
Thats a lot of cribbing. Anyways I have evolved as a better stud after those days, got better towards the final year... On Valentine's Day, I cut out hearts and distributed them to the good looking girls (its very hard to use plural here, but anything for my dear college girls), used the hollow heart shapes to give broken hearts to the not-so-goodlooking ones. And forced a foot long rose to a junior girl, etcetera, etcetera.
During my masters I did a lot better, cut off all my guy friends and strictly spoke to girls. So now I have better pickup and keepup lines but still ain't happening, may be its not just the lines.
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