So I'm going to tell you about Joe.
Joe is my besstie, and a bonafide pickup artist. I've never seen it, but he's told me he's rather small down there. But he's had hundreds of girls. We work together, and I've been out with him many times. It's a combination between his smile, relaxed demeanor, and his confidence. He's also a great listener, and when I'm down and out, he's always there to listen.
I told Joe that we were going to the Red Robin. Once there, I told him to tell me about his latest conquest.
Joe goes to the bar, and pulls up a stool at the bar. A hot girl sits next to him.
Hot girl: I'm guessing you want to buy me a drink?
Joe: I feel so embarrassed, because I don't remember your name.
Hot girl: We've never met.
Joe: What do you mean?
Hot girl: I mean we've never met.
Joe: Then why would I buy you a drink?
Hot girl: Lots of guys do that.
Joe: Why?
Hot girl: I don't know, they just do.
Joe: Do these guys buy drinks for guys, also?
Hot girl: I don't think so.
Joe: If you're short on money, I can spot you a 20.
Hot girl: I've got plenty of money.
Joe: Cool
Hot girl: What are you drinking?
Joe: A Greyhound.
(She tells the bartender to bring him another drink on her)
They drink, dance and have a great time. And in the end, Joe carves another notch on his bedpost.
He might sound like a bad person to you, but he's certainly not wasting his time on this site asking to be kicked in the nuts. lol
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