Bachelorette Guide To Responding To Pick Up Lines And Other Stuff Too

Men are interesting.

Especially if and when they’re hitting on you.

A few weekends ago when I was out with a friend, a random guy spotted me. We made eye contact. And then it happened.

Another uninvited and borderline awkward and obnoxious pick up line.

“Heeeeey, how cute are you?”

I just smiled and kept walking.

I didn’t get his name but his friend that was next to him during our brief encounter started laughing and said something along the lines of, “Man, I told you…”

Being hit on and navigating the world of pick up lines can be funny, interesting, annoying, and sometimes, to my surprise, flattering. I’ve heard (and seen) handfuls of things…

“Are you a model? You just have a different look…”

“If you ever wanna hang with a real player sometime, hit me up.”

“Hey gorgeous, can I have a moment of your time? It won’t take long. I’m really into quickies.” (Gross, right?)

“What up sexy?” (This guy was a clown. He even blew me a kiss after he said this. Ugh.)

“Hey” (Usually followed by some intense and super awkward eye contact.)

“Hey girl…”

“Excuse me, are you single?”

“So…you just came through to come see me, huh?”

“Are you married?”

“What are you doing after this?” (This is a frequent line often used when leaving any kind of social gathering.)

“Can I get your number?”

😍 (This emoji has made appearances in my DMs… so I guess this counts too.)

And the list goes on...

Now, some of these guys have been cool to talk to. Others have been legit gross, too aggressive, thirsty, or just straight up creepy. But I think it’s important for bachelorettes to know how to respond (or not respond) to pick up lines. Ultimately, the choice is yours. I think that if the guy is nice, has good intentions, and drops a corny line but slightly strikes your interest? Talk to him. If he’s rude, gross, disrespectful, or a jerk? Walk away. He’s not worth it. And if you’re a guy reading this? Just be yourself. A pick up line may be a funny way to ease into things, but they don’t always work with everyone. Show the women you’re interested in some respect. Come correct. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll have a chance.

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