Last night, a couple of guys hit on me (I’m not bragging here, ok, maybe a little). One in particular was a Spanish guy living here in London, short, mid-30’s, a little round in the middle, but nicely dressed and well manner. His friend was clearly wing man for him (and he spoke almost no English to boot).
They came over a couple of times and he chatted with me. He whispered to me that he thought I was an attractive and honest man. Well, I don’t get tired of hearing that for sure. We exchanged mobile numbers and he text’d me today to go out, I immediately replied with my email and my travel. We may well get together.
I wasn’t particularly interested in him, but I’ll talk to anyone who is polite and saying nice things to me. There’s no need to be rude. Who knows he could be Mr. Right? In a club, with noise and alcohol, hard to judge anyone. His approach and his follow-up were fine.
I’ve noticed many guys can’t handle this, they turn and run away. Why would you run away from someone who wants to join your fan club? I’m handing out flyers, bumperstickers and pins, I want all the fans I can get. Now if you’re obnoxious, rude, or just plain ugly – well ok, but few of us fall into that catagory.
So be nice to someone who pays you a compliment, it doesn’t cost anything and you’ll feel better for it.