Picture this: a cute guy approaches you in the café—his smile is out of this world. You shyly push your hair behind your ears, happy that you decided to wear that really cute sweater. With a shy laugh he begins to speak…
“Hey baby you’re so fine you make me stutter, wha-wha-what’s your name?”
You answer him with an incredulous look…but he continues on despite your shock…
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
He seems pretty confident now. He thinks he’s making progress.
“Are you from Tennessee? ‘Cuz you’re the only ten I see.”
He pauses…but then his face lights up as he goes on
“I lost my number, can I have yours?”
You don’t even reach for your phone.
“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”
….
“You must be Jamaican ’cause Jamaican me crazy.”
You’re waiting for the camera man to appear, along with Ashton Kutcher–this has to be Punk’d.
“Baby you must be a broom because you sweep me off my feet.”
And when you think it’s over….
“I have big feet.”
With a sigh you walk away from the cutie, the “pickup lines” still looming in the air. So do they ever work? Nay!
Beware, Collegiates, for these pickup lines can get worse!