The thrill of the old fashioned pickup

Readers who have bothered to stop thinking about themselves, may have considered asking how Ms R was doing with the lapdancing memoir. "Very good thank you. Actually we're in revisions." The book has many surprises in it, not least the fact that the young lady at the centre of of it all has never had a one night stand.

Upon hearing this, Ms R immediately felt like a super slut, but in a really good, wholesome way. Ms R cannot tell you how many one night stands she's had, moreover she cannot remember their names. One reason for the latter is that she never asked. It was all part of the game where Ms R would delight in the thrill of the pickup in a way today's online daters will never get. The modern concept of 'sex with a stranger' is a constant source of amusement to Ms R. Today it seems to mean putting an ad on a website that says something like, " I want to experience the thrill of sex with a total stranger. You reply. We meet in a bar. We pretend we just met by chance. We have a drink then we go and have mind blowing sex."

Pah: That's just playing at at it. The major part of sex with a stranger is the pickup where you suddenly decide you have to seize the moment. Sex with a stranger Ms R style might go like this: You are on a flight from Melbourne to Sydney to present a campaign with three colleagues. In the executive lounge you clock a cute guy. He takes two pieces of fruit and leaves. He is gone. You are on the plane sitting at the end of the middle row. By chance the guy is on the same flight, across to your left, up one seat. He is reading the financial papers. You keep looking at him. He turns around once and smiles. Suddenly he closes the paper and calls you over to the empty seat next to him.

"I want to kiss you now" he says

"Me too"

"What are you doing later?"

"After my meeting? Guess I'm meeting you."

He gives you an address.

"See you there at 6pm."

He kisses Ms R and Ms R goes back to her seat. Her Creative Director (no slouch himself) says, "Wow. Excellent pickup."

At 6pm that day, Ms R did indeed see him there. In a penthouse overlooking Sydney Harbour.

Ms R is well aware that not everyone has her confidence, intuition and curiousity about human behaviour. She has no truck with internet dating, because it does not satisfy her personality; her love of adventure, spontaneity and randomness. It's the way Ms R has always done things and if she were that kind of writer, it might even make a money spinning sexual biography. However, except for sharing the bigger picture with you, she prefers to keep it to herself because not discussing details ever, not even with her girlfriends, makes Ms R feel even sexier.


PS: Ms R provides coaching. For a large fee of course.