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Narrative nonfiction, Reflections

The Art of Picking Up

“Excuse me, I was wondering if you were aware of the fact you and I are fighting for the title of best looking person on this subway car”, a tall, dark and I wouldn’t exactly call handsome guy had made his way from across the other side of the car and was now hovering over me. As he had walked towards me I had thought to myself, “Oh crap. He’s going to ask me for money”… and up until, “Excuse me, I was wondering…” I had been frantically thinking of a way to politely reject him. But as the words sunk in, I found myself unable to control my laughter. That was the best pick-up line I had ever encountered. Original and ballsy! Any other girl might have sneered in his face and told him to get lost, but I admired his effort. He had taken the time to come up with something brilliant enough to make me smile and I appreciated that. He may have used the same line that same day on several other unsuspecting TTC-goers, but nonetheless I was grateful for that small break from the ordinary. We engaged in some small talk and two stops later, he was gone. No harm done and I had a great story to tell.

For centuries, women have been whistled at, groped, bombarded with sleazy and (even worse) cheesy come-ons…it’s no wonder we have such zero tolerance for the “means-well” and “witty”. I’m not saying that every pick-up I’ve been graced with has been a charming experience, but I will say that I’ve allowed the guy to finish his sentence before reaching a final verdict. So I say, let the man speak…you might just be surprised.

Think of it this way:

A)    He finds you attractive, be flattered.

B)    He has enough confidence and courage to attempt to do something about it.

C)   If he ends up a disappointment, you’ll still have a story to tell!



About Little Miss Spanglish

Bright-eyed dreamer, set in her ways... enjoys working-out to slow jams. Hates being called by her full name by people close to her. Has never had a pet, yet has names picked out for her future fish, cat and Teacup pig (name of future dog still in the works). Loves receiving handwritten letters in the mail (long, handwritten messages in thoughtfully picked out cards also result in a smile). Will stare in disdain at her plate if it is inhabited by: brown rice, asparagus or beets (coming around on the beets). Finds skipping-down-a-sidewalk to be a lost art in adults... refuses to let that happen to her.


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