The Art of the Pickup

While drinking mojitos with Hachar and Auntie N along the cappucino strip, I spy a rather gorgeous waiter with blue eyes and just the right amount of scruff and point him out to them. Yum.

Hachar: "Pick him up!"
Slinky: "What? No!" I'm a coward. I like men to come to me so I can reject them. It's not nearly as much fun for me the other way around.
Hachar: “"Just do it!:"
Slinky; "No! What on earth would I say?"
Hachar: "It's easy! Just say: "He's gay, I'm straight, which one of us do you want?"