They Just Couldn't Resist
 

So, I just came home from collecting rock samples for Geology down at an area where there were some nice sedimentary rock formations. While coming home I passed up the local College and about a mile down the road, I see (two) college girls walking back. Now this is a busy road, so I'm thinking, whoa, it's kind of cold outside, and what if they need a ride? I blew off the idea a couple of times, but then got my manly courage enough to take a U-turn at the next intersection, drive back down the road just to be a gentleman and ask these two ladies if they want a ride. I get a short pause followed by a "No, we're almost there.". They just couldn't resist could they... me pulling up in a red Porsche 911 turbo look cabriolet? :confused: Oh well, my first attempt anyway (to be a gentleman and get them to their dorm quicker and safer) that is... okay maybe I would have asked them out sometime. MOTION: this is the post to tell me about these kinds of oppurtunities and what words of magic I need to use.

Just a "be proud of Matt to being bold enough" post.
SmileWavy

you lost me at collecting rock samples

They must have been lesbians, dude. And I don't know anything about them kinds :)

stop thinking like a gentleman. nice move matt! keep it up, and your patience will be rewarded.

carry on

I'm a little worried about your signature;

"AKA Das chick magnet."

It seems to be working like a chick repellant. :) Cool about the rocks, though...

You should have asked them if they wanted candy.

Was all of you thinking like a gentleman? ;)

Would you really want to date a girl that picks her guys based on what kind of car they drive?

Thank you for responding motion!! You are my hero, man! :cool:
Moses, Das Chick magnet is just for laughs. Maybe if I lived in SoCal, it would hold up it's meaning. These NorCal girls...eh, they don't fall for the "cute" cars easily. j/k j/k Okay, I'm quitting now since the "ladies" are mysterious to me and I am... *ahem* uneducated in that area.
dd74, I have to have some practice, so why not start now? :)

BTW, Vash, what are you doing on Pelican tonight? I'm assuming the computer is located in the garage?;) No really, I read my Yahoo Peican e-mails. How'd you save the day?

You should have asked them " Do you want to earn twelve bucks the hard way?"

haha. Really, I was just trying to do my good deed for the day!

You need a bigger medallian, and maybe one of those chest-hair wigs.;)

Tom

"Ladies, engine's in the rear but the party is definitely in the front! Your place or mine?" Throw Bootsy Collins in the CD player and pick up some "Night Train"...Wait a minute, your 16, you shouldn't be talking to strangers!

Practice? Hell, you've got your avatar down. Quit collecting rocks and use the ones you already have, little bro. Next post I want from you is: I was made into a hero sandwich, and they're coming back for seconds... ;)

I didn't even read the thread but 86 911 your avatar is most excellent.

Alright, here is the problem with your approach: First, you don't drive by, and then flip a U turn and come back - once you drove by the opportunity was missed. Second, you should have said something like "You guys heading back to campus?" they say "yeah", you say "Hop in". Keep in mind, the side of the road pickup is not an easy maneuver ... a level 7+ at least ... white girls? .. make that a 9+ on the game-o-meter.

Truth be told, a guy getting laid on a cars merit alone, has happened like 2, maybe 3 times in the history of man. They are great props to get attention from the opposite sex; once you have their attention, it's up to you to do the rest. Don't get me wrong, women notice if a guy has a nice car, and will award bonus points for it when figuring out if they're are into you or not. Although, at your age, I suggest getting a license plate frame that says "Not Daddy's" or something.

Best piece of advice I can give is this: Women love confidence, and despise arrogance. If you can master effortless confidence while not coming across as arrogant, you'll have no troubles w/ the ladies.
Hope this helps w/ your future pundeavors :p

Good advice Brandon. You both are in the Bay Area, could you Mentor or Tutor? Also, a question, Barry White or Marvin Gaye?

Wow, very detailed Brandon. Thanks. Just the type of info I was looking for, One more question, what's the best driving style (with the ladies in the car)? Do I baby the car like it was a Cadillac, or do I "floor it"? Sorry, I'm a bit new at this.

86 911 - I had a similar experience many years ago. True Story! Sit back lad whilist I reminiss...

It was 1986 and I just started at Olin Chemical in New haven CT as a entry level bench chemist. I was living in New Haven at the time - the brotha's called it "Sweet Haven". Far from that. I had rented the 2nd floor of a nice house with two other's, she worked for the Mayor, he was a PhD cand at Yale in the Artificial Intel dept.

I was driving home after work one fine fall day. It was around 6PM and I decided to explore a little. My house was near the Yale bowl off of Church street so I thought I would check out the area. I drove into the stadium and on my way out I noticed a girl (circa 20) walking in the parking lot. She was really cute. Petite, faded jeans and a grey Yale sweatshirt on. Long straight blond hair pulled back into a high pony tail. She wasn't wearing any make-up and had a clean fresh look to her. As I drove by she waved me down. I pulled along side her. I was driving a mid 70's Plymouth Arrow (kudos if you know what that is!). I rolled down the window and asked if she needed help. "Ya, I just got stranded, would you mind giving me a ride to Demry's" she said. Demry's was a bar right accross tyhe street from Yale but it was normally infused with locals. Not many Yaleys hung out there but a few could be found "slumm'n". "Ya, sure, hop in".

She climbed in and thanked me. Now mind you, I immediatly thought "Oh YA! a Yale Girl, Maybe a Grad Student - MAYBE A MED STUDENT!" In the next minute I had a torrent of images running though my mind including a beach house in the Hamptons, membership at Daddies country club, sailing back in Newport and not on some ol J24 like I used too, no, this time it would be on a 50+ ft ketch with my hot blond doctor wife on the bow. Oh ya, luck finally found the LubeMaster!

whats your Name? she saked, "MIke" I said, and yours"? "Its Kathy" She said. "So, do you live around here"? she asked. "Yup, right on Church St" I told her. "So, do you work in New Haven?". She had more questions. "Ya, over in Science Park, for Olin Chemical". I said, as cooly and somewhat matter-of-factly as I could.

I decided I should get to know her a little better. After all, this women could be my future gravey train hot wife. So I asked her a few things. "How about you, do you go to Yale"?

"No". She said, "Why do you ask"? "I guess the sweatshrit..." I said. She looked down at it and she seemed to be surprised she even had a sweatshirt on that said anything. "Oh, ya. I guess it does say Yale huh". At this point my dreams are starting to shatter. This chick seems a little drifty, and she doesn't go to Yale. I pressed on.

"So, Kathy, what do you do"? I asked. "I work" she replied. "OK, what do you do for work." pressing deeper - I have no idea why I wanted to know but I did.

"I work, you know" she said as if I knew something more than what I did. "OK, agh...well...what do you do"? I was legitimately confused and curious.

"I hook. I'm a prostitute" she said cooly. I was some what amazed. I had never met a hooker before let alone have a conversation with one. This really piqued my interest. "Get out! Really? wow. You don't say!" I was giddy. I quickly fealt like a country rube. Bright Lights Big City, Midnight Cowboy and all that. She started to laugh. "Are you serious" I asked. "For real...want to get tighen'd up"? she said with a sheepish smile. "You really are a hooker huh"? "So, like what do you charge if you don't mind me asking"?

"$25 for oral, $75 for a bang, $150 for anal - you have to wear a rubber for any of it". She rattled off her rates like they were the lunch special at the local diner. "Wow, agh, do you let the guys kiss you on the mouth? I heard prostitutes don't let the Johns kiss them"?

"Thats only in the movies. Honey, I'll tie your tongue in a knot"! For what ever reason, I became less interested in sex and more interested in why she chose this line of work and if she had a pimp and how long she had been doing this and so on. She told me she came froma sexually abusive foster home, her real Dad was in jail, her Mom was strung out on dope and she had been turning tricks for the past 5 years. She was 19 and I wasn't much older. She told me she makes about $300 to $500 a day and she didn't have a pimp but another girl and her take care of each other. The reason she was walking back at the Yale Bowl was because she just turned a trick and the guy smacked her and ran off with her stash. Occupational hazard.

We got to Demry's and right as she was to get out she said "Thanks, your nice, you sure you don't want to party"? "Naw, thats OK, I don't have any cash on me anyway". "It'll be a house job" she said. "Kathy, take care and be careful will ya". She closed the door and went into the bar.

A few weeks later I was driving back late from drinking with some friends. It was around 1AM and I was North bound on Church St. The road was empty. I saw a women walking on the side walk to my left. I slowed down and it was Kathy. I riolled down my window and asked if she needed a ride. "Mike!, ya sure". She jumped in. It was about 40 out and she looked pretty rough. Gone was the pony tail and tan fresh face. She looked real tired and drawn. She had on an old Army jacket and torn jeans. "Were ya headed" I asked. "Just up the road a little, hay do you want to party, come on, how about a blow job for $5"! "Kathy, as temping as that sounds, I'm not sure I would be much good about now. Too many Guiness and not enough sleep". She sat back and closed her eyes. I could tell that she was strung out and needed a fix.

"OK, this is my stop, let me out" She demanded. I pulled over and she opened the door. "Kathy, here". I handed her a $20 and a $10. It was all I had left after a full night of beer, darts, foozball and slices of Pizza. She took the cash and was about to offer services but I interupted "Kathy, care care of your self".

I drove off. I never saw her again.