Behind Pick up lines

Cuz I can see that dumptruck😩

Because I can see myself in your pants.

cuz I see that dump truck -my friend eddy

My Zipper.

to keep 2020 behind me and you beneath me

Because i want to nail you on the wall behind my bed

..but you want to switch position i am okay with it too.. #fresh prince

So can put some kids behind bars

How can YOU be more relaxed when talking to girls? (Part 1 /2) When guys start learning game, they have the need to approach a lot and cannot relax. Because they are in their head thinking of the next move, they cannot see the signs of the women. When they approach girls start breeding fast and girls can sense that. They cannot slow down and let go of that tension. One of the key points and that can make a change in your game is to learn to relax (this comes as well with experience and self-awareness). Be aware of how you breed during the interaction and calm down, try to talk slower, you will see it will bring her attraction up. Most guys think that a good player will have all the interactions working great, but this is not the reality, you must accept the fact there is a percentage of approaches that are not fully under your control. For me the biggest change came when I started to let go of trying to control every interaction. The tension comes because you have an agenda behind your approach and its in your head during the all interaction. I am not saying you should not have a plan but don't act like you need something from her. You must feel that you could walk away at any time and you would not be affected by it. Also, I used to think in each interaction there was someone holding a frame. Whoever had the strongest frame was winning the interaction right? NO! There is an ultimate one THE COLLABORATIVE FRAME! Before that I used to go into frame battles trying desperately to win. You think she is shit testing you, she is trying to make you prove yourself. There is another way of perceiving this. Start thinking that everyone is your friend, everyone is on your team. From this place there is NO FRAME battle. There is NOTHING to WIN because there is NOTHING to COMPETE against. If you go into that collaborative frame, then another reality opens to you. Interactions become easy and effortless. You finally can actually relax and enjoy not only more and better results but the entire PROCESS itself. In summary: Learn to relax, talk slower. Accept that Success on approaching is fully under your control. Enjoy the interaction instead of focusing on the outcome but at the same time always keep moving things forward. See the interaction from a Collaborative frame and not COMPETITIVE. DON'T MISS PART 2 ON MY NEXT POST! Hope it was helpful See you on the next one 🤫

So I can be right behind Uranus.

Because I want you to penetrate me from behind with your 76mm

Cause I wanna push from behind!!

Just to give you a clarification on how shit I am at talking to girls at prom once this girl I was friends with wore this long and wide red dress that fell behind her and I said to her “you look lovely, you look like a very beautiful jabba” she didn’t know what that was and as if that wasn’t a godsend enough that she didn’t know and that a higher power wasn’t telling me to just end on your beautiful I then proceeded to say “umm you look like a very pretty slug” right so now everything’s cleared up that’s not even the worst thing I’ve ever said to a girl the only reason I actually have any girls who are friends is because once at a party I was drunk and I said I was gay, I’m not but the next day at college all the girls were putting me cause all the roadmen were Fucking getting a right laugh out of it then they all got suspended then all the girls started talking to me so I just went along with it Right so now that rabbit hole is impossible to get out of so I’m bisexual according to everyone but me, I don’t know how to Fucking be a human being for more than three minutes HELP

This isn't a pickup line per se, but I've always found this situation to be frustrating. She's super hot, but you can't chat her up during your transaction-- it doesn't take long enough, and you can't just stand there holding up the people behind you. So here's what I do (and it's worked a couple times). What you'll need: A pen, a post-it note, and a little bit of stealth What you do: Walk into the store, ID the girl you want to talk to. As soon as you walk in, make sure she can't see you put the pen on the counter-- a good way to do this is to do it as you bend down to tie your shoes (leave one shoe untied to make it more convincing). When you're checking out, put your items on the counter and put your post-it note to the side (maybe take it out of your pocket as if you're looking for your money/wallet/card and just want to discard it for a second). This is where the pen from the beginning comes in. Ask her "Hey, can I borrow that pen?" She'll assume it's the store's, and she'll say sure. While she's ringing you up, write your name and number on the post-it note. Take your items and your change, and then give her this: "Oh, here's your pen back... thanks. And here's my phone number. Call me." And then calmly walk out of the door with a smile on your face. MAKE SURE YOU SMILE. Add a wink if you're feeling particularly confident. It also helps if you can at least make small talk during the process-- try to make her laugh or smile. Like I said, this has worked for me at least twice, and one time it didn't work, the girl still said it was "cute." Just thought I'd share a solution to a problem I hate. Didn't really know where else to put it. This is gonna get downvoted straight to the eighth circle of Hell, isn't it? :-(

I drink. It’s enjoyable. I think that I am a pretty good drunk too. I don't get overly emotional; I don't get angered easy; the only stupid things I do when loaded hurt me and no one else; and I don't, typically, cause shit. But, every once in a while, I will be out on the town and that little glint will surely be showing in the corner of my eye. I am stretching to remember this story as it happened in a pub that has been since renamed twice. One particular, Friday/Saturday night it was myself, a few buddies and one of my brothers. It was the brother I lived with in the area at the time and we had a treasure trove of inside jokes at all times; I could tell that outsiders found it nearly detestable being around us because they would have no fucking clue what we were talking about. A particular hilarious inside joke we had at this time came out while watching sports, particularly hockey. Our mom's side of the family was a farming family and my mom was, generally, a modern woman with all that behind her; unless you threw her in an exciting situation, then the farmer side would shine forth. This was particularly illuminated whenever she would get excited about sports and she would let out a, what sounded like from a coyote, 'yip' noise. We grew up with that noise popping out above all else at numerous soccer and football games our whole lives. For some reason, either my brother or I did it while watching the Oilers play, and presumably lose, we thought that it was the singlehanded funniest thing in the whole world. All the best comedy is just pointing out the absurdity of commonplace things; our mom's yip was to be no different. So anyways, we are at the Thirsty Turtle one particular night. I have a great crew of guys and it was a pretty great place for talking to girls; really casual and everyone got fucked up there all the time. Through some fucking miracle, I find myself sharing a small table with a young lady and I am doing my best to show her that I am not a rapist; it really is the first thing you need to establish when you are hitting on a girl at a bar; you can’t just say “hey, I’m not a rapist”, you need to use subtlety in order to convince them of your legitimacy. But my brother would walk by and every time he did he would emit that same high-pitched "yip!" I, obviously, would need to respond with the same, it wouldn't be as infinitely funny to us if I didn't. After the first yip, the girl leaned in close to me and said "what the fuck was that? Did you just bark at me?" I laughed at the absurdity of the question and in the midst of my outburst she leaned in again to say "cause I don't fuckin play that." My first thoughts were: "This isn't the first time someone has barked at you?" and "if so, what the fuck are you all about to have this be a common occurrence?" I really did think it was hilarious how serious our conversation got, but wanted to get laid; so, I picked up the slack, changed the subject, and tried to get friendly again. Things were going pretty well until my brother made another lap around the bar. "Yip", he insisted as he walked by. "YIP!" I said with zeal to respond. Needless to say, my date was very unimpressed with my hooting. She leaned in to say something presumptuous, along the lines of: "are you fucking assholes calling me a dog?" I laughed at the craziness of the situation and she got mad and was nearly yelling "Don't fucking bark at me". That glint I was talking about then surged up as if from nowhere and implanted itself on my eye. I leaned right up to her as if to whisper an apology in her ear and said "yip". She didn't say a word as she lifted her leg up, placed her foot on my stool, and pushed off. As I fell backwards I reached for anything I could grab, but there were no handles available; I can still see the lateral rotation of the room and feel my chance to get laid falling to the floor with me. I fell backwards to a luckily unattended area and the only thing that hurt was my pride. The bouncer then came up to me and said "you gotta go". I responded like a little wiener with "but she pushed ME!" He said, "I know, I saw the whole thing, she is getting kicked out the back door". I love how they kicked me out the front and her out the back as if we were to fight. Is that an Edmonton assumption? I left with my tail between my legs and went home to the doghouse again.