I’ve come up with a new way to pick up chicks. It’s real simple. When driving around, pull up next to a hot girl. Roll down your window and get her to roll down hers as well. Shout out, “You’re hot. Can I get your number?” I’ve tried this 3 times with varying success.
First try went something like this:
Me: “You’re hot. Can I get your number?”
Her: “Did you just pull up to a stop light and ask for my number?”
Me: “I believe I did.”
Her: “Haha, try a little bit harder next time buddy.”
The light turns green and she speeds away. I wonder why…
Second time went something like this:
Me: “You’re hot. Can I get your number?”
Her: “Umm, I have a boyfriend.”
Me: “And I have a girlfriend. What’s your point?”
Her: (pointing to her passenger) “Well my friend is single. I’ll
get you hers.”
[pause]
Her: “She can’t remember her number. Why don’t I give you
mine instead?”
Me: “Sounds good.”
Her: “791-xxxx” (I’ve lost her number. Otherwise I would
include it here so she could get random calls from random guys.)
Me: “What about a name to go with the number?”
Her: “Bethany.”
The light changes and I promptly speed away because the Coolest Car Pool Ever
had started laughing and I could no longer keep my composure.
Aftermath:
I called this number expecting it to be a fake. To my surprise, it was a real
number of a real girl named Bethany. Whether or not this was the girl I talked
to at the stop light, I’ll never know. She never answered and I gave
up after 3 times. (More correctly, I lost her number after the third time
I called but same difference. I don’t think I would have called time
number four but who knows.)
Third time went something like this:
Me: “You’re hot. Can I get your number?”
Her: “I’ve got a husband.”
Me: “Oh…sorry.”
(Updated 5-8-05)
The forth time went something like this:
Me: “You’re hot. Can I get your number?”
She lifts her left hand and points to a ring.
Me: “Ever heard of an affair?”
She gives me a look that says, “If you don’t shut the fuck up now,
I will call my husband and have him kick your ass.” I shut-up.
The fifth time went something like this:
I pull up to the light. I start waving to get her attention. This doesn’t work. I honk the horn and continue to wave. She still ignores me. I grab a pen and throw it across the windshield (it literally hit the right side of the windshield and slid all the way to the left side and then off). She looks over and flips me the bird. Oh, hell no, she didn’t. That’s crossing the line. The light turns green. I speed up cut her off and slow down. I’m going 15 in a 40 and riding both lanes so she can’t get by. This persists for about half a mile until a ripped black guy, who looks like he can eat me for breakfast, comes up behind me and lays on his horn. Needless to say I speed up.
0 women have actually gone out with me after I tried to pick them up this way.