Thirty-seven years ago last January, I met a woman in a volleyball class at a local community college (at the time, they were known as _ junior _ colleges). She wore a yellow t-shirt with a Ferrari badge emblazoned on the front.
According to her, I asked, “Do you drive one, or do you merely tout them?”
(For the record, I don’t recall saying that. Though it sounds like something I’d say.)
Eleven months we were married; this December we will celebrate our 36th wedding anniversary.
If your boring story about homemade waffles had a baby with one of those douchy “my other car is a porsche” bumper stickers, this is exactly what that unwanted bastard story would look like.
My #1 rule for pickup is never approach unless you get an indication of interest. It always starts with eye contact. If she’s interested, she or her body will let you know - no matter how shy she may be…