What Is The Ideal Opening Conversation Starter..?

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  RHP User

  14 years ago

  What I want to here is that you have actually read my profile. xxx Tell me a bit about yourself apart from penis size. xxx

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  RHP User

  14 years ago

  Try mentioning something in my profile. Not just that you loved it and you think I am a strong independent and intelligent woman. A little touch of humour goes a long way. Tell me a little about yourslef, your likes, what are you looking for (apart from the obvious) Make me feel as it you have responded to ME and not sent a template reply to every woman who logged on this morning. Oh and I am with Ms Shoes. I really dont care how big, small or thick your penis is or what you can do with your tongue. It aint gonna happen tonight so save it!

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  MissSarahCurious

  14 years ago

  how long is a piece of string....It's the one that gets you laid with that particular person you're hitting on, you'll know it when you find yourself naked with them.xx Sarah

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  RHP User

  14 years ago

  Many years ago, lost and a little apprehensive in the back allies of Kings Cross, Sydney. I should stumble across an old drunk propped up against the wall. In his withered hands he clutched the sad remains of a wine cast, inflated with sour breath to extract the final drop. I do say stumble as I tripped up on his bony legs and found my self prostrate in the dank a well trod ally. In my finest, now soaked and spoiled with the discarded waist of all those attracted to the bright inner city lights.With a grumble in my throat I rolled over and checked the cargo in brown paper I did hold. A fine and tempting bourbon undamaged and intact I held with care in my hand. So there I am, my bum upon the soiled ground, the unstopping splatter of some thing not quite rain, slow and persistent, creating a glow in the air from the lights so enticing just a few rubbish piles away.Im sorry my dear man to have stumbled over your soul, Im sorry to be seated at your side on the most miserable of lonely nights. With respectful intent I looked into his eyes, red, raw, with the years of life written painfully inside. "Would you like a hand, may I help you on your way to a drier warmer place to stay." I say.Oh that evil cloud did lower to the ground and the lights from not so far faded in the gloom. His shaking hand withered and sore did move to reach out, reach to me, with what intent and a purpose I did not know. With a sudden shock, and goose bumps down my spine, a flash, just brief in his eyes. A colour I don't know held me still, I could not move.From my transfixed self, as I felt the wet, the slime, the filth, the wrong soak to my skin. That hand did clasp at my prize in brown paper bag. I let go. The cloud, that thing trying to be rain, the sour smells, and the wet filth hungry for my skin, in that instant left me, left me standing, unharmed and dry.I saw the sad hurt and lonely eyes, as the seal was cracked in the brown paper bag, that now was held in his hand, that light again in his eye, but fade. Then for just an instant the corner of his mouth lifted. I think he smiled. As my need to be not here enticed me to make motion a crackle of a voice sprung from his cracked maddened lips."Thank you sir, most kind, to have stumbled upon a need so dire." The voice held an unexpected strength."I take this gift in brown paper bag, offered freely. For tonight I leave this pain behind." Is that tears in his eyes."So I leave you a gift in kind." Again that strange colour in his eyes. I can not move."Listen most careful, and do not forget, a secret is yours to keep.""You may only spill it in that final hour." That old weary haggard body came to life. His still bony finger with vigor motioned me near. That hand clasped my shoulder and held me firm and drew my head near his soul.With a whisper so quite in my ear I did hear that secret.Is that a glow now in my eyes.I have it now, it can not be wash away. It is mine until the hour that I die, should I forget, should I just not care. What would happen If I typed it now, on the page for all to read. Im not ready to die.Thus I am left to say I have the perfect pick up line. From the mouth most worn, a life to full. I hold that perfect line. I may utter it at my whim, to any I desire as long as i keep the secret alive.So ruffntumble it is there, that string of words that gets you any desire, take it from me it works every time. With this most basic list, words simple you could rule the world for none can resist. Will you give me a gift to put me in my final hour. Do you dare to have that power............. It is a given by the devil. You do not want the perfect line.---------------------------------------------------------Im a nut but I love the nuts that want magic.--------------------------------------------------------

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  RHP User

  14 years ago

  Many years ago, lost and a little apprehensive in the back allies of Kings Cross, Sydney. I should stumble across an old drunk propped up against the wall. In his withered hands he clutched the sad remains of a wine cast, inflated with sour breath to extract the final drop. I do say stumble as I tripped up on his bony legs and found my self prostrate in the dank a well trod ally. In my finest, now soaked and spoiled with the discarded waist of all those attracted to the bright inner city lights.With a grumble in my throat I rolled over and checked the cargo in brown paper I did hold. A fine and tempting bourbon undamaged and intact I held with care in my hand. So there I am, my bum upon the soiled ground, the unstopping splatter of some thing not quite rain, slow and persistent, creating a glow in the air from the lights so enticing just a few rubbish piles away.Im sorry my dear man to have stumbled over your soul, Im sorry to be seated at your side on the most miserable of lonely nights. With respectful intent I looked into his eyes, red, raw, with the years of life written painfully inside. "Would you like a hand, may I help you on your way to a drier warmer place to stay." I say.Oh that evil cloud did lower to the ground and the lights from not so far faded in the gloom. His shaking hand withered and sore did move to reach out, reach to me, with what intent and a purpose I did not know. With a sudden shock, and goose bumps down my spine, a flash, just brief in his eyes. A colour I don't know held me still, I could not move.From my transfixed self, as I felt the wet, the slime, the filth, the wrong soak to my skin. That hand did clasp at my prize in brown paper bag. I let go. The cloud, that thing trying to be rain, the sour smells, and the wet filth hungry for my skin, in that instant left me, left me standing, unharmed and dry.I saw the sad hurt and lonely eyes, as the seal was cracked in the brown paper bag, that now was held in his hand, that light again in his eye, but fade. Then for just an instant the corner of his mouth lifted. I think he smiled. As my need to be not here enticed me to make motion a crackle of a voice sprung from his cracked maddened lips."Thank you sir, most kind, to have stumbled upon a need so dire." The voice held an unexpected strength."I take this gift in brown paper bag, offered freely. For tonight I leave this pain behind." Is that tears in his eyes."So I leave you a gift in kind." Again that strange colour in his eyes. I can not move."Listen most careful, and do not forget, a secret is yours to keep.""You may only spill it in that final hour." That old weary haggard body came to life. His still bony finger with vigor motioned me near. That hand clasped my shoulder and held me firm and drew my head near his soul.With a whisper so quite in my ear I did hear that secret.Is that a glow now in my eyes.I have it now, it can not be wash away. It is mine until the hour that I die, should I forget, should I just not care. What would happen If I typed it now, on the page for all to read. Im not ready to die.Thus I am left to say I have the perfect pick up line. From the mouth most worn, a life to full. I hold that perfect line. I may utter it at my whim, to any I desire as long as i keep the secret alive.So ruffntumble it is there, that string of words that gets you any desire, take it from me it works every time. With this most basic list, words simple you could rule the world for none can resist. Will you give me a gift to put me in my final hour. Do you dare to have that power............. It is a given by the devil. You do not want the perfect line.---------------------------------------------------------Im a nut but I love the nuts that want magic.--------------------------------------------------------

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  RHP User

  14 years ago

  Ruff, you're asking the wrong people: not only are woman woefully unequipped to tell you how to tell you how make that all important first impression (I mean come on, it's not like it's that hard to get a guy's attention on this site - Stalky excepted, he seems to have bogarted every woman in Sydney) but even if they do tell you 'what it is they want to hear', it would be wrong. Years (and year and years, sigh) ago there was a movie called 'Tootsie' wherein Dustin Hoffman played an actor who frocks up to get a role in a TV soap opera (TV in all senses I guess), and became the hot starlets BFF: at one stage they have a sincere conversation where the starlet says, wouldn't it be great if a guy just came up to you and said "XYZ" (no, not the last letters of the alphabet but some other cheesy line I can't remember verbatim just now), but then later when DH uses those exact same words as himself (ie no longer in drag pretending to be Tootsie, and an unknown to the starlet), he gets a drink thrown in his face and she storms off... and that sums situation up nicely.'fraid it's just a crap shoot, old chum, FWIW my advice is follow Schroedinger's Wager: don't second guess, just be yourself, hope for the best and welcome to Sisyphusville, population: male...

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  RHP User

  14 years ago

  Well for starters, be PERSONAL. Nothing more of a turn off than a guy telling all the girls the same thing. And definitely say more than just "hey babe". When I get a message saying "hey babe", I will probably most likely delete it. Show an interest in the girl herself by reading her profile and finding out about her. And if there is something you dont understand in her profile, or she doesn't say something you want to know, then tell her something like I read your profile, but you didnt say if you like this or that.... get her interested to comment back to you.

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