I'm now going to tell you my favourite personal pick-up story. And then I'm going to ask you to share yours. So get ready, cause here goes:
It was a cold January night, but I was hyped up to go clubbing with this crew that I sometimes hang out with. It had been a while since I'd been out and about in the les-bi scene, and being recently single, I was ready to have a wicked, regrettable, alcohol-infused time. My gut feeling told me that this would be a good night, and I was right.
While lining up at the front of the straight-turned-gay-for-the-night club that was our crew's destination (and this was a real line-up, not the artificial kind that's just meant to make a club *look* busy when inside it's dead), I saw this pretty Asian lady wearing a one-of-a-kind kind of jacket. Words cannot do it justice. Let's just say it was an unforgettable item of clothing.
So of course, I had to compliment this sexy girl on her jacket. I struck up the conversation, and before I knew it, we were chatting away at the coat check. And what were we talking about? Well...she wanted to know what I did, so I made her guess my job (and kudos to you, reader, if you can guess it too, even though I've given you no hints). In fact, she loved that I'm a ________.
What next? Well, I certainly couldn't have her get bored of me too quickly. So I told her, soon after we had both paid far too much just to get into the club and secure our coats, that I'd catch her later.
After a bit of time and a few drinks had gone by, I did see this girl again by the bar. And wouldn't you know - she called me over and bought me a drink. Bonus points for her - I'm always flattered and amused if femme girls buy me drinks when I'm looking more butch (I can dress either way, depending on my mood).
And you know what else is fun? Dancing at a club (pet peeve - chicks who go to a club and don't dance there. Why the hell are they there? Let go of your inhibitions a bit, girls!). So I took her by the hand, pulled her onto the dance floor, and got her to loosen up a bit.
The pivotal moment came when we had been dancing for a while, and I knew she was into me from the way she was letting me put my hands all over her (you always have to see how far you can go, I figure). So I said, with just the right amount of cockiness, "You're thinking about kissing me, aren't you?". Of course she was. And I gave her what she wanted.
Before the end of the night, I grabbed her number using a technique that's worked for me before (reach for the girl's phone, say "Let me give you my number", input my number into her phone, and then have her do the same with my phone). And before she left the club with her friends, I made sure to text her a nice-yet-naughty message. Game, set, and match right there.
Oh yeah, finished off the night by spontaneously getting into a limo with my crew, and making out with a former hook-up in that group before finally making it home somehow. Just by myself, mind you, but nothing wrong with that after a night of feeling like hot shit ;).
You may be wondering how things turned out with this girl with the fabulous jacket? Well that's a story for another time.
Now tell us about your favourite pick-up memory...?