I have a theory that the best place to pick up a straight girl is at a gay bar. Why, you ask? It’s simple:
You’re a single guy at a typical local hangout and you’re up against every other guy there. Girls standing in groups already give you a huge hurdle over which to leap to even get in a first word. How do you make an initial approach? Do you have enough wing-men to handle all of her judgmental friends, sizing you up and oftentimes pulling at her hand to remove her from your vicinity. Sound familiar?
Enter my plan:
As a relatively attractive single 20-something, I’ve been known to frequent many a gay bar with my best friends who also happen to be gay men. I’ve been going since I was legal and can’t remember a night when there weren’t other single girls there, all well put together and good looking (let’s be honest, gays are selective), all with their guards down.
You straight men are probably thinking, “Absolutely not! I’m likely to be thought gay by the men and/or women, neither of which helps my situation.” WRONG.
I’ve encountered a straight man there from time to time, out with his straight girl and/or gay guy friends, and I was so taken aback by the clear sense of confidence one must have to embark on such a foreign bar. To me, this reads, “I’m not worried about what other people think about me, I’m just here to have a good time. ” And to me that translates, “Maybe I should chat this guy up.”
Take it from me, one often called a “fruit fly” (updated version of the haggard term ‘fag hag”), this is akin to the Home Depot for women: a plenitude of the opposite sex abounds, walls down, and already in their element. Ripe for the picking, boys, ripe for the picking.
(For any of you in the Atlanta area, here’s your best bet: Blake’s on the Park.)