January 1st 2010

Stefanie's Best and Worst Pick-Up Attempts of 2009

Getting hit on is a mixed bag. Sometimes it's cute, sometimes it's creepy, and sometimes it is just plain awkward. Most the time I have no idea I’m getting hit on until after the guy has already left, and then one of my friends will hit me and say “that guy was hitting on you.” Here are my best and worst pick-up-line experiences of 2009. I’m crossing my fingers that 2010 will have more good than bad. But if I have learned anything from my friend’s blog Holla Back, youngin,’ where this first story originally appeared, it's that I should manage expectations.

Underage Activity

I was riding the bus to the National Cathedral at 7:00 AM. Trust me when I tell you there was nothing about my demeanor that said "Please come talk to me." In Georgetown, a high-school-aged boy, wearing a uniform, sits down next to me.

Underage Boy: “So, I’m having a party this weekend. Do you want to come?”

Me: “Umm, no thank you.”

Underage Boy: “Why, do you have a boyfriend or something?”

Me: “Yes. Yes I do.” Ok so I didn’t have a boyfriend. But I thought that was nicer than saying “I could have been your babysitter.”

Underage Boy: “Do you go to the Cathedral School?”

Me: “No. I’m 25.”

Underage Boy: “Oh, sorry Ma’am.”

The boy then moved to the other side of the bus. I got asked on a date and ma’amed in the same conversation.

Divine Intervention

So one night I was out dancing with Smart Chick, Little Miss Sunshine, and Miss Imagination Station. We hadn’t been dancing for very long when a very cute boy walks up to me and says “Don’t I go to church with you?”

Me: “Uh. . . I don’t know. Do you?”

Church Boy: “Yeah you go to (insert name of church here).”

Me: “Yes! I do go to church with you.”

Church Boy: “You are always there with that guy (that guy being History Boy). Is he your boyfriend?”

Me: “Nope.”

Church Boy: “Can I buy you a drink?”

My inner monologue: Did you just use "Do I go to church with you?" as a pick up line?

Me: “Yes.”

Many dances and even more drinks later, I’m making out with Church Boy on the dance floor while my friends are trying to figure out how we went from “I go to church with you” to making out in public.