Commenter Aspiring Asshole stumbles onto a mellow-harshing truth:
So here I am, early 50’s, lifelong beta, chained to a bloated slob. Will probably take care of here to the end but would like to snag a bit of life before it’s too far gone. Discovered ‘game’ within this last year and have been soaking up as much as possible, mostly here at CH, damn this place is rich!
Most new people think my wife is my mother, creates much discomfort, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
I’m in good shape, I lift, and I look pretty young. I can catch the attention, but where to go with it is where I’m lost. Just had another interaction at the grocery and couldn’t come up with a damn thing to say, so I’m asking for examples of how to play this latest incident out.
Mid 30’s 7 in shorts bouncing around with a 8-10 year old kid in the dept. store, catch her checking me once. I get my stuff and go to the nearby grocery. I see her in the grocery and end up behind her in line. No ring, banters around with the cashier about which kind of apple she bought and was it better than the one the kid bought. She then made a comment about the noisy conveyor and that something must be done. She had a playful manner about her and she looked back at me a couple times seeking some interaction I believe, and I couldn’t come up with anything.
Would be interested in hearing some ideas, maybe get my brain working in the right direction for next time.
A good measure of the manly life well-lived is whether your wife looks more like she could be your mother or your daughter. If you routinely date, and/or are married to, women who could age-wise pass for your daughter (or at least your younger sister), you’re doing something right. If people mistake your gf/wife for your mother, my friend your game is weak.
Regarding A.A.’s game-related question about a chatty cutie in a grocery store check-out line, so many pickup avenues were open that it’s hard to say any one would be better than another. Just off the top of my head, if I were there I would have made a comment about her apple choice, chiding her for her inferior apple variety, and suggesting some other expensive breed “if it’s not too hoity-toity” for her. Mild teasing, a bit o’ disqualification, and then a rebuke accusing her of “breaking the conveyor” for attention. Or maybe I would’ve told her she looks more like a banana gal, if I was feeling especially saucy.
But, really, any response would’ve beaten saying nothing. Even something lame. Too many men get wrapped up in their heads trying to think of witty replies to girls, and the result is a try-hard mess of confusion passing for banter, or tongue-tied silence. Wit is great to call upon in a pinch, but if you aren’t naturally witty the next best thing is saying whatever shit comes to mind. The important thing is not the words, but the attitude with which you speak them.
If you’re honestly stuck for ideas, just repeat what a girl says back to her, reworded slightly for a human effect. For instance, you’ve overheard a woman talking to the cashier about the type of apple she bought, and how it compares to her kid’s apple? Say, “You wondering if you bought the right apple?”, and stop there. Nine times out of ten she’ll reply in a manner that will open the conversation and supply you with “banter bait” that you can use to push more energy into the interaction. Men tend to underestimate how easy women will make it for them if the men give it the college try. Once a man has proven his boldness in action by breaking through the invisible wall of silence and self-doubt, women will happily cooperate to ensure that a fledgling flirtation is given a chance to breathe.