Pickup lines are overrated.
At 18, when I wanted to join a frat, one of the brothers looked me dead in the eyes and asked "what's your favorite pickup line?" I genuinely had nothing. Blank. Zero. Not because I was bad with girls — but because I never actually used one. And standing there in that moment I realized why. I was never trying to open with a trick. I was just trying to be someone worth talking to. Here's what nobody tells you when you're 18 trying to figure out women, social dynamics, and who you even are: The guys who are best with people — men and women — are almost never the guys with the best lines. They're the guys who walk into a room already full. Already entertained by life. Already curious about the person in front of them. Be interesting. Be interested. That's it. That's the whole game. You cannot fake genuine curiosity. You cannot manufacture real confidence. You cannot script presence. People feel it immediately when you're performing versus when you're actually there. The pickup line is a crutch for a man who hasn't built anything internally worth sharing yet. And I don't say that to be harsh — I say it because that was me too at some point. Trying to find the right words instead of becoming the right person. When you start doing the actual work — on your mind, your body, your soul, your finances, your discipline — you stop needing openers. You become the opener. Your life becomes the conversation starter. Your energy walks in before you do. That frat boy's question never got a good answer from me that night, but I think it might have been the most useful question anyone asked me that year. Go build something worth talking about. 🟢