You see him from across the room.
Something about the unkempt man-bun, the lopsided smile, it draws you in.
In a moment your entire love story flashes before your very eyes. You’ve simply got to know him.
So you scull your glass, straighten your skirt and gather your balls, (metaphoric or otherwise) saunter across the bar trying your absolute hardest not to trip and deliver an opener that will make that man realise just how made for each other you are.
And what is that perfect pick-up you ask?
Don’t know. Wouldn’t be sitting here on a Friday night if I did.
But I’ll you what it’s not…