Warrior Poet
Explorer
On a whim, I wore a tuxedo to a Christmas party once. I was the only one at the party dressed so formally.
A woman I'd never met approached me and said, "What's with the tuxedo?" We talked for a while, the went back to mingling with other party-goers.
Later, when I was conversing with someone else, she strode resolutely across the room, put her hand on my chest, said, "Excuse me," to the person I was talking with, and pushed me away from the conversation so she could ask me out.
We dated two years.
Some women use a line. Other women grab you bodily.
Warrior Poet
A woman I'd never met approached me and said, "What's with the tuxedo?" We talked for a while, the went back to mingling with other party-goers.
Later, when I was conversing with someone else, she strode resolutely across the room, put her hand on my chest, said, "Excuse me," to the person I was talking with, and pushed me away from the conversation so she could ask me out.
We dated two years.
Some women use a line. Other women grab you bodily.

Warrior Poet