... down a hole.

Despite what they may say, women always get a kick out of a good line.  Whether cheesy or sophisticated, pick-up lines make the dating world go round. 

There's nothing like the pithy volley of sexually charged banter after serving a smooth line, it really gets the juices flowing. 

Once in a while you'll run into a fun gal that  plays along instantly, and you know you'll eventually be mounting her.  Here are two cases:
 
                                       location: a bar
                                      game analysis: ditzy/easy
                                      stratagem: sarcasm
                                      style: aggressive
               
Catching her off guard-               
 
"Can I buy you a drink?... The name's Adonis... Ladies call me Don."

Her expression: favorably confused-

"So what do guys call you?!"

"The Don."

"... OK, that's kinda funny."

She extends her hand,

 "I'm Pray."

"With an e or an a?"

"Um, an 'a'.  My mother is super spiritual,  she wanted it to be a constant reminder to seek the right direction and purpose in life.  So what do you do, Don?"

"I'll be damned, I specialize in direction and purpose."     

"Oh, really, doing what exactly?"

"I'm a space traveler."

"Ha ha, what, like an astronaut?"

"No, like a space traveler."

"Well, what do space travelers do exactly?"

"They move through space of course, seeking new and exciting places... like this..."

Before she knew what was going on, he'd moved in and kissed her, then leaned back on the bar with his elbow, leg kicked up on the foot rail... her eyes went "super spiritual."

"Mission accomplished,"  He says, mounting her that evening.

                                        location: the bank
                                        game analysis:  intelligent/loose
                                        stratagem: unknown
                                        style: aggressive

He notices the teller's name-tag and reads it aloud-

"Giselle...

You know, I nailed one of those on safari in Africa--graceful animal, long legs, took one hell of an accurate shot to bring her down, next thing you know I'm back at camp having her for dinner,

I'd love to have you for dinner."

"... You want to eat me?"

"More than anything.

Of course,  I'd feed you first--on the menu this evening is fillet of soul served with white wine and cream sauce."

"Sounds deeply appetizing." 

She ponders for mere seconds then scribbles down her number,

"And the names pronounced 'Juh-zel', not 'Gi-zel.'"



It took him two weeks and several thousand dollars to mount this one, and not on the wall.  She forced him to fall in love then left him for a  Parisian pastry chef.   His lines were filled with chocolate mousse and wrapped in a French accent.