THE SASSY
GUIDE
TO PICKING UP
FIT GUYS
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THE SASSY
GUIDE
TO PICKING UP
FIT GUYS
SAMANTHA
SCHOLFIELD
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First published in the USA by The Experiment, LLC, 2009, under the title
of Screw Cupid – The Sassy Girl’s Guide to Picking Up Hot Guys.
All rights reserved.This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not,
by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated
without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other
than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including
this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
All names and most of the identifying details of the people described in this
book have been changed to protect the identity of those described. The
stories told are sometimes exaggerated for the purpose of keeping it
interesting and fun to read.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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CONTENTS
My First Proposition . . .
from the Captain of the Chess Club 5
Ryan Masters:
My First (Very Public and Very Harsh) Rejection 8
Fit Barista Guy Hank: My First Successful Pickup 15
The Hazards of the Push-Up Bra 18
What Happens When “Can I Buy You a Drink?”
Is Directed at a Fit Guy 22
Man Interview: It Would Be Sweet to Have a Girl
Hit on Me 25
Using a Dog to Catch a Fit Guy 27
Guys Like Golf. I Like Guys.
Golf Is a Great Way to Meet Guys . . . Right? 31
Am I Dreaming the Impossible Dream? 33
The Epiphany About the Secret of Pickup 34
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SECTION 1: OPENING 39
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SECTION 2: POST-OPENING 90
This Is a Girl I Want to Get to Know—
What You Want Him to Think 90
The Importance of Building Rapport 95
Closing the Deal and Getting to Date Number 1 97
3 YOU 129
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EPILOGUE:
BRILLIANT CONCLUDING THOUGHTS 163
APPENDIX:
FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS 167
GLOSSARY 201
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INTRODUCTION
WHY YOU,
THE SASSY
GIRL,
NEED TO
READ
THIS BOOK
M
OST of the dating population seems to be under the
impression that girls have it easy in dating.
Supposedly, all I have to do as a chick is flash some
killer cleavage and flip my perfectly wavy hair, and the fit men
will come a-runnin’ with drink offers, dinner invitations,
showers of diamonds, and trips to Fiji.
But what happens if your boobs aren’t capable of anything
close to “killer cleavage”, and the persistent cowlick in your
hair, however adorable your mother finds it, negates any
possibility of perfection?
Such feminine wiles may work if you happen to be one of
those lucky bitches who have not only won the genetic lottery
but have secured the funding to surgically enhance said
winnings. I, unfortunately, am not one of them.
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Don’t get me wrong—I don’t think I fell off the ugly tree.
Other than sometimes (OK, oftentimes) wishing my boobs
were bigger (A cups unite!!), I’m generally content and happy
with my lottery loot. However, when I can’t swing a rattlesnake
and not smack five of these ridiculously beautiful freaks of
nature, it’s difficult to get the fit men to notice me and my un-
cleavage-a-rific A cups.
Not being the patient sort when it comes to boys and
getting asked out on dates, I decided at the early age of thirteen
that waiting around for a movie/ice-cream invitation from the
Nirvana-obsessed boys I lusted after in high school just wasn’t
going to work for me.
At first, I sucked. I completely freaked out many of my male
peers by bucking the apparent trend and asking them out (also
known as picking them up) first. I’m well aware I’ve left a trail
of confused and weirded-out guys in my bungled pickup wake.
However, after many years of failed attempts, mixed in with
some pretty awesome success stories, and many, many hours
spent testing my theories, I can say with much certainty that I
know my way inside, outside, on top of, and all the way around
the art of pickup.
This book details the cringe-worthy but hilarious failures
on my personal quest to conquer the ego-trouncing mountain
of pickup knowledge, as well as the golden moments of
glowing success. It then segues into my best attempt at a
definitive how-to guide for us girls, detailing exactly how to
get from salivating after the Fit Guy you just spied across the
room all the way to setting up the first date, no matter the
situation or location (including figuring out if he’s a “good
one” who you potentially may want to keep around for a
while). I’ve also included a section on what Fit Guys look for
in girls (based on interviews with a sampling of real, live Fit
Guys), and a section on what you, the fit, sassy chick, need to
figure out about yourself and what you want before you have
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INTRODUCTION
too many dates to know what to do with them all. (Fit Guy,
by the way, refers to any guy you personally find ridiculously
attractive. This and some other useful terms are defined in the
glossary in the back of the book.) Basically, I’ve tried to make
this book the how-to guide I wish I’d had when I figured out
that waiting for the dudes to make the first move wasn’t my
dating modus operandi.
Over the years, I’ve actively tried to make as many mistakes
as possible—to get them out of the way and learn as quickly
as possible what works and what doesn’t. If I’ve met my goal
with this book, by the last page you will have no doubt as to
how to pick up any Fit Guy of your choosing in any situation.
You will also have laughed out loud with me and at me,
thought that I was a genius, thought that I was an idiot (in a
“What was she thinking?” sort of way), and most of all,
wholeheartedly agreed with me that waiting around for the
Fit Guy across the bar to come and talk to you is the lamest
thing EVER.
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CRAP
ADVICE
WHY IS IT CRAP?
Any guy delusional enough to approach
a large group of girls waiting for attention
in the corner of a bar is either completely
wasted or a cocky asshole with
an overinflated ego.
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FIRST,
HOW NOT
TO PICK UP
YOUR
FIT GUY
My First Proposition . . .
FROM THE CAPTAIN OF THE CHESS CLUB
T
HE FIRST boy I remember hitting on me was named
Tommy Drew. He threw sand in my face during recess
when we were in kindergarten. Later that night, while
helping me attempt to remove the excruciatingly painful and
persistently lingering sand particles from under my eyelids,
Mom explained that little Tommy accosted me because he
liked me. Although I was extremely sceptical, she continued to
say that if he didn’t like me, he wouldn’t have bothered to
temporarily blind me in the sandbox; he would have totally
ignored me. Although this seemed completely counterintuitive,
without any prior experiences that contradicted her
statement, I was forced to accept that she had superior
knowledge in the matter. I personally would not have chosen
that particular method to express my affection, but I was “with
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it” enough at the tender age of six to realize that boys were a
completely different species. So, if Mom said that when little
Tommy threw sand in my face it was a token of his affection,
I was willing to accept it as truth.
As I got older, it became slightly easier to determine whether
or not boys liked me—although their chosen methods of
communicating their interest remained a mystery. Take sixth
grade, for example: a certain Fit Guy named Matt Lawrence
apparently “liked” me, and he let me know by writing a note
explaining his intentions and giving it to his best friend, Joey.
Joey, as Matt’s best friend, messenger, and liaison, passed it to
my best friend, Katie (and thereafter messenger and liaison),
who then gave it to me. The note read, “Will you be my
girlfriend?” I, who had not actually had more than two-word
exchanges with Matt up to that point (although I found him
to be an excellent example of mid-nineties Fit), and this being
my first experience in the girlfriend role, decided to live on the
edge and take the plunge. I wrote “Yes” on the note and gave
it to Katie, who gave it to Joey, who then gave it back to Matt,
who then apparently accepted my response by telling Joey to
tell Katie to tell me, “Cool.”
Days one and two of our “relationship” continued in a
similar fashion; in other words, Katie and Joey relayed such
messages as “You look pretty today” (to me, from Matt), and
my response to him, “So do you,” which resulted in an
agonizing ten minutes immediately thereafter while I waited
for his response. I wasn’t sure if calling a boy “pretty” was
acceptable, even if he did indeed look especially “pretty” (in a
manly, Fit Guy way) that day. Luckily, at my insistence, Katie
was able to glean from Joey that Matt “definitely smiled” upon
receiving my response. Whew!
On day three of our relationship, still not having spoken to
Matt face-to-face, I received another message, this one in a
verbal format. Katie relayed a question from Joey, who had
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Ryan Masters:
MY FIRST (VERY PUBLIC AND VERY HARSH) REJECTION
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that was the coffee guy, soaking up every second of the ten
minutes I could squeeze out of my latte run. Any more than ten
minutes and I figured people would have a very valid reason to
accuse me of stalking.
After about a month of this, I finally gathered enough
courage to talk to Fit Barista Guy longer than my standard
“Hey, how’s it going—I’ll have the usual. . . .” My knees were
shaking as I waited in line, trying very hard not to look like
my knees were shaking. I was sure that everyone there knew
what I was up to. He and another girl were taking people’s
orders, and I had to do some quick manoeuvring with the guy
behind me to ensure that Fit Barista Guy was the one who
took my order. Finally, it was my turn.
“Hey! I’ll get my usual. . . .”
“Sure thing . . . that’s five seventy four. TALLDOUBLE
NONFATNOWHIPTWOEQUALLATTEFORSAM any-
thing else?”
“Uh . . . I’ve never gotten your name. What is it?”
(At this point I notice, like the genius I am, that he’s
wearing a name tag.)
“Oh! My name’s Hank.” (He smiles and points to his name tag.)
(Here comes my big moment . . . by far the scariest moment
of my life up to that point, especially now that I understood so
well exactly how bad rejection could be.) “OK, Hank . . . um
. . . I was wondering . . . um . . . whatyou’redoingon
Fridaynight?”
(At this point, my knees were quivering to such an extent
that I had to press them against the counter to keep them from
knocking. After a pause probably lasting only half a second—
but which felt like about a thousand years—he answered me.)
“What did you say? I couldn’t understand you. Did you
want a bagel or something to go with your coffee?”
Oh, dear God, when will I learn to stop mumbling?! “I was
wondering what you were doing on Friday night?”
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Fit Guy number four was about twenty feet away from Fit
Guy number three. He appeared to be by himself, very much
upping his approachability in my eyes. One Fit Guy seemed
infinitely less frightening than two Fit Guys standing together.
I made eye contact with Fit Guy number four before I
advanced and was rewarded with a smile. Encouraged, I
decided to approach him. He had been observing my
bushwhacking attempts to get through the impenetrable crowd
that separated us, so when I finally reached him, I got a “Hi—
what’s up?” with another smile. When I asked him if I could
buy him a drink, the smile promptly disappeared and was
replaced with an expression of such dismay and horror that I
took a stumbling step backward. He immediately leaned
towards me and hissed, “What’s wrong with you?!”
I guess you could say I snapped at this point, because I
responded . . . OK, shouted:
“What’s wrong with me?? WHAT’S WRONG WITH
ME!!! NOTHING!!! HAS SOCIETY REALLY TRAINED
US ALL SOOOOOO WELL THAT IT’S WRONG FOR A
CONFIDENT CHICK TO ASK TO BUY A GUY A DRINK
BECAUSE SHE THINKS HE’S FIT??!! I’VE GOT TWO
WORDS FOR YOU, JACKASS—DOUBLE STANDARD!!”
I certainly felt better after taking out my wrath on Mr.What’s
Wrong with You, but I think he was probably scarred for life,
judging by his mimicry of a kicked puppy as he backed away
from me and towards his friends during my tirade. Once I was
done and was focusing my best death glare on him, he slipped
past his friends and into the masses in the bar, leaving me basking
in my outburst afterglow.The girl standing next to me gave me
a high five as I left, mildly improving the overall success rating
of the evening. At least I had peripheral support in my quest.
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Man Interview:
It Would Be Sweet to Have a Girl Hit on Me
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(Awesome.)
“The ladies of the world can have the reins if they want
them—I would LOVE to not have to pick up girls any
more. Do you have any idea how hard it is? You’re all so
mean!”
(Um . . . thanks?)
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