Confession: When it comes to meeting men, I’m not a bar person. I find most of my dates through setups from friends and have been known to be a repeat offender on dating apps.
Then came this assignment: Spend a few nights out on the town and come back with the best—and most hideous— approaches men use to pick up women for a night on the tiles. So I dressed in uniform—skin, makeup, curves, black dress, boots, more skin—and headed out on three separate nights to a steak house, a hotel bar, and a neighborhood watering hole.
Opener 1: “How old are you?” asked a drunk Brit within 11 seconds of my arrival at the steak house.
My reaction:Ew. If you want to be attractive to a woman, say she’s pretty, not old.
Outcome: He was so handsy the bartender ran interference.
Opener 2: “Why do men die before women? ‘Cause they want to,” said a bro at the bar.
My reaction:Misogyny won’t make a woman swoon.
Outcome: I never took my eyes off my Bordeaux. He went back to his seat.
Opener 3: “If you are what you eat, I could be you by morning,” said a hotel bar guy.
My reaction:Unappetizing to say the least, but better than “How much for an hour of half-and-half?” since most of the other women here were, well, pros who frequent the place.
Outcome: I drained my drink next to my new favorite bar prop, a copy of Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, because hookers don’t read Hitler histories.
Opener 1: “Mind if I take this seat?” asked a divorced banker who proceeded to talk about his job, his dead mom, his athlete’s foot…
My reaction: Cute guy, good start, didn’t stick the landing.
Outcome: He expensed my drink—a fair exchange. If he’d asked any questions about me, I might even have seen him again.
Opener 2: “Know what this shirt’s made of? Boyfriend material.”
My reaction: I admit, I love a good line, but I’ve heard this one a hundred times before.
Outcome: A no-go. Avoid prefab, plagiarized patter or be ready to watch her eyes roll.
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“If you are what you eat, I could be you by morning.”
Opener 3: “Are you an alien? ‘Cause your ass is out of this world,” asked a dude in a popped-up collar.
My reaction: I’m a sucker for space puns, but not this one.
Outcome: Just assume women will be put off by sexual objectification from strangers. It’s creepy. Why risk coming across as a stuck-up, half-witted nerf herder? Stick to basics, guys (and put down that collar).
The “That’s a Wrap!”
Opener 1: “Let me get this round?” asked collar guy’s dot-com buddy.
My reaction:Lightning bolts. How, I wondered, had we never met before?
Outcome: We had a real conversation about my job—aka getting picked up in bars for this magazine. “The best lines are basic: Where are you from? What do you do? What do you think about the weather? And the ever popular, Can I buy you a drink?” he said, handing me a martini I didn’t ask for but gratefully accepted. I have a new favorite bar.
