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By: Emerald Princess 20
Disclaimer: Do not own the guys. I found this article at: www.health.yahoo.com/experts/menlovesex/81126/a-guy-s-opening-line-what-does-it-mean/
Summary: Don’t look for any plot here guys. I found this article and that it would be fun to write about.
Copyright: March, 2008
When a man first sets eyes on a woman that he likes and decides to make an approach, he’s in for the emotional equivalent of an “American Idol” audition.
He’s got mere seconds to make an impression and hope that his crush-object (you) will send him onto the next round-for more conversation, a drink, a number and perhaps a first date.
He needs to do all that with the looming fear that the judge-you-will be harsher than Simon after the five-hundredth awful rendition of “I’ll do it my way.”
So how does a guy manage the risk? Typically, he’ll pull out the stops of these four tricks from his arsenal. Here’s what these strategies may say about him:
When he offers a compliment:
He’s been instructed that the way to a woman’s heart is through a well-constructed sentence about her eyes, hair, shoes and fashion sense. So an opening of “great boots” is, of course, his initial tactic for conveying the message that he’s a man who will appreciate everything you are, and everything you do on his behalf.
You can judge the intelligence of a man by whether he compliments something you control, like your second sense of accessorizing, or something you don’t, like your eyes color. The smart man compliments the woman’s conscious choices, not the gifts of DNA (or the cosmetic surgeon).
Hannibal Smith sits in the bar sipping on his scotch. A beautiful red haired woman makes eye contact with him. Feeling confident, Hannibal walks over to the woman and smiles. “Excuse me, ma’am; I couldn’t help but notice how that dress brings out the beautiful color of your eyes.” The woman smiles at Hannibal. “Please sit down.” She tells Hannibal. As he sits down, the woman looks at him. “My name is Diane.” She says. Hannibal takes her hand in his and lightly kisses it. “My name is Hannibal Smith.” Diane giggles like a schoolgirl.
When he tries a one-liner:
All of them are cheesy. All of them are unoriginal. All of them work about as well as lobbying reform in Washington. So why does he insist on asking if you’re lost (because heaven is a long way away)? Because he’s banking on the slim chance that you’ll crack a smile.
He knows that women overwhelmingly want men who have a sense of humor, and since he doesn’t have seven hours to prove that he can offer witty banter, he presses the “play” button on his seven-second comedy routine to see if you’d like to sample some more of his material. Yes, it’s a desperate measure, which often cam imply a desperate man.
Frankie Santanna is at the park with his niece at the swings. He pushes her forward and as she comes back, the toddler laughs. Frankie laughs because she laughs. A blonde haired woman walks to the swing next to him and puts her little boy in it. Frankie looks over at the woman and smiles. She smiles back at him. He moves closer to her.
“Excuse me…” Frankie says as he clears his throat. The woman looks at him. “Yes…” “It must be a crime.” The woman looks at Frankie. “What is?” she asks. “It must be a crime to look that fine!” he says hoping the woman would laugh and not punch him in the face. The woman smiles and laughs. “My name is Isabel and this is my son Ben.” She says extending her hand to Frankie. “I’m Frankie and this is my niece, Rose.”
When he buys you a drink…
On the surface, it’s just and $8 drink-and a fairly conspicuous bribe ($8 is worth 10 minutes of convo, isn’t it?). But more than that, he wants to send the chest-thumping message that he can provide for you.
It’s an old favorite, but the smoother and more confident man may just go ahead and order it up in hopes that you’ll come to him, rather than asking if he could buy you a drink and risking that you’ll answer in the negative.
Sitting in a fancy restaurant, B.A. Baracus fidgets with his neck tie. He sees a beautiful brown haired, brown eyed woman sitting at a table by herself. The bar tender walks over to B.A. and says, “What’s your pleasure, Mr. Baracus?” B.A. looks at the woman and then at his glass. “Jake, send that young lady a glass of your best wine.” B.A. says. The waiter walks over to the table with the bottle of wine.
He sits the bottle with the glass on the table. He then points over to the bar and to B.A. “The gentleman at the bar sent this to you.” The waiter says as he smiles as walks back to the bar. The lady walks over to the bar and places a soft hand on B.A.’s shoulder. “Thank you for the wine.” She says. B.A. turns around and smiles at her. “You’re welcome. Please have a seat.” B.A. says as he pulls out the bar stool for her to sit on. “My name is Bosco.” B.A. says as he extends his hand.
“My name is Nora.” The lady says smiling as she takes B.A.’s hand and he kisses it.
When he asks you a question, any question…
He’s feeling his way. A man can’t always read the signs a woman gives off. So his main goal in the initial approach is to buy time…time to talk, time for you to get interested, time for him to deliver his best material-during which time you’re judging him in SO many ways, as this great on the ways women judge men shows! The question-if it’s a good one-is his ticket in.
Surely, you can tell something about the man depending on the originality of his question. The trick for a man is to try to find the middle ground between the stupidly superficial (“crazy weather, today, huh?”) and the needlessly provocative (“who are you voting for?”). If he can do that, then I hope you’ll at least give him an answer-and a shot at asking a few more questions.
Captain H.M. Murdock walks into a local library and sees a beautiful woman sitting in the reference section feverishly writing. He walks over to the table and stands quietly. The woman looks up at H.M. and smiles. H.M. smiles back at the lady. “Would you care to sit down?” she asks. “Thank you.” He says. The lady checks out H.M. He looks the book that the lady is writing from.
“Ernest Hemingway?” he asks. “Are you familiar with his works?” she asks. “I have read his book, A Farewell to Arms. I think that Hemingway was a tortured soul who ended his pain way to early.” The lady looks at Murdock and smiles at him. “I happen to agree to with you.” Murdock and the lady smile at each other.
“I’m H.M.” he says extending his hand to her. “H.M., nice to meet you. My name is Barbara.”
How about you? Flirting is an art form, as this insightful story explains. What’s the best approach you’ve ever seen? Or, dare I ask, the worst?
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