I used to think pick-up lines were a thing of the past. Not so. Throughout the past year, I’ve had three guys use the same pick-up line on me. I’m beginning to think there are profession-specific pick-up lines. If you’re an auditor, maybe the line would be, “Hey, can I call you if I need help with my taxes?” If you’re a travel agent, it could be: “You’re in the travel business? Can you help me book a flight for two?” Or, if you work at a bakery maybe it’s: “This is one heck of a pastry. I have to say, you’re one of the sweetest girls I’ve met.”
The journalism pick-up line/conversation goes something like this:
Guy with bad pick-up line: “Hey, how’s it going?
Me: Hi, good thanks, you?
Guy: Pretty good. Just hanging out. So, um, what do you do?
Me: I’m a reporter.
Guy: Oh, you are?! Nice! What do you write about?
Me: Right now, I’m writing for a Web site and for my local paper.
Guy: Well, that means I can look up your articles online, then, right?
Me: Yup, you can.
Guy: Well, I’ll need your name to do that! (he says, opening up his phone).
Me: It’s Mallary.
Guy: Oh, well I’ll read your articles and then call you or text you to let you know what I think! What’s your number? (trying to be slick, forgetting that he’ll probably need my last name, too, to find my articles.)
I’m left trying to decide if I should give him my number.
And I’m left wondering: Do cheesy pick-up lines every really work?
Word on the Street 
My go-to line:
“Your breasts are like Mount Rushmore, because someday my face will be among them.”
It’ll work someday, I know it!
Ha! Hilarious. And I have to admit, I was expecting something waaay worse, with a weird double entendre about deadlines or “deep background” or something…