Worst Pick-Up EVER.
Listen up, dudes, lesson time:
All women can agree on one thing: every time we walk in the front doors of our apartments, alone, at night, in what could be considered a sketchy part of town, our first thought is, WHY HAS NO ONE IN THIS BUILDING HIT ON ME? We all have the unquenchable desire for a classy gentleman in our building to slip a note under our door telling us how “smoking gorgeous” we are. And if said note could be written on a USED CARDBOARD SLEEVE OF A MCDONALD’S APPLE PIE POUCH, then my GOD, we would all just drop our panties right then and there and call Jordy up immediately, am I right, ladies? RIGHT?
NO.
NOT. RIGHT. Do not do this, guys. Just like shouting cat calls at a girl on the street from your car is not okay, and just like it’s not okay to tell a girl in a club that you’d totally “get her pregnant,” leaving the USED CARDBOARD SLEEVE OF A MCDONALD’S APPLE PIE POUCH with your name, number, an unsolicited compliment, and the creepy reminder that you live RIGHT NEXT DOOR, is NOT OKAY.
Worst pick up of 2011 so far goes to you, Jordy from #12. DON’T DO THAT AGAIN.
Oh, and whatever lady got this – I think it’s time to move.