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How to Pick Up Girls!
Author: Eric Weber
Publisher: Symphony Press, New York
Discovered at: Goodwill
The Cover Promises: Much that the book fails to back up.
Page 21: “The point of this story is not that the girl was ‘bad’ or
‘fast’ or ‘avant garde.’ All it indicates is that normal, healthy young
chicks like sex. Want sex. And, most important, will be glad to have
sex with you if you only ask them.”
Page 85: “March in a peace demonstration. Even if you’re for war.
I’ve heard countless stories of guys who have picked up fantastic
broads in peace demonstrations.”
In his introduction to this “foolproof guide
to meeting women,” author Eric Weber — a horn-dog Sherpa
to the brave new world of 1970s promiscuity — describes what he
considers a familiar situation. You’re a guy, walking down the
street, and you see this girl:
“Someone so absolutely stunning, so
downright sexy, you actually find yourself running to catch up with
her . . . For an instant you even consider rape.”
As far as I can tell, his
system has four steps.
First, be sexy.
“Try on some of the new wild clothes. Bell bottoms and
English boots and wide ties. Wear a body shirt or dungarees or a
groovy vest. . . Think sexy. Think, I am a virile male
And be yourself.
“If you aren’t the wittiest guy in the room, don’t try
to be Jerry Lewis.”
Then swoon and lie.
“The woman you’re approaching must be made to feel
you’re head over heels in love with her . . . Half the time you want
to pick up a girl it’s because she’s got a set of breasts that make
you dizzy. Or the face of a movie star. Or the hips of a belly
dancer. Not because she has some magnetic inner quality. Or whatever
the hell it is she wants you to flip over. But you can’t let them
And don’t expect any of this to work!
“The author of a book on how to pick up girls
was rejected more times than he can remember. And he lived to talk
about it.” Worse, he even admits, “Before I started work on this
book I never came close to approaching a strange woman. I was sure if
I did I’d get bopped on the head with a pocketbook.”
All of the following comes
straight from Weber’s chapter “Fifty Great Opening Lines”:
How do you cook a leg of lamb?
(You’ve spotted a pretty chick in your grocery store.)
Who’s your dentist? (You want to
know how she came by such beautiful white teeth.)
Where did you get that marvelous
coat? (Tell her you work for a clothing company and think her coat
is absolutely terrific.)
Fantastic book! Have you got to
the part where the butler murders himself? (The sexy girl sitting
next to you on the bus is reading a book you’ve just finished. Or
even a book you’ve never heard of.)
I’ll bet your name is Lisa. (To
you, she looks like a Lisa. Pretty and sexy.)
I love you. (To be used half in
jest at parties and in singles bars.)
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