still in my experience location is everything when it comes to picking up dames...if only to have more of a clearer concept of the environmental and social rules, being there for similar intentions or interests. If all that's out of the way... we can pretty much bypass most of the politics and get on with a casual introduction.
The issues in the general and more 'public' arenas is that the environment is pretty much on the defensive to look out for skeevy guys, potential creepers and predators... so sometimes even saying hello is met with hostilities or suspicion. I can understand the hesitation to speak to some of them...
'course, there are certainly a few fellows like that too... though the public isn't as nearly as defensive when a dude is being approached by a dame or even another lad.
But anyway, environment...
I think someone would have to a call an ambulance for some of these fellows if they ever made it into those pubs, events and other locations... where the women might pick them up before the thought even crosses their minds or even if they were just more receptive to whatever they might bring.
...and actually I'm beginning to think they wouldn't even be able to survive going to a *Con... actually they might not even survive the parking lot.
and if they couldn't handle that... maybe they should approach a matchmaker or ask their friends to set them up.
Cruising at the local bookshop is kind of sad, unless it's a specialized bookshop (they still exist, don't they?) but unless soccer moms are their thing... I don't quite know what to say.
I mean, I could be more forthright... I've done some pretty over the top things to gain the attention of a lass.. easier at a more social venues from requesting the dj to play a song "We've got a request for the young woman in the white dress at table #9; Here's Baby Got Back" to even buying a weed off a roving flower seller to give to a dame for no other reason than the only way to truly celebrate the life of a flower cut in its prime is to allow it be caressed and worn by only someone whose beauty surpasses it.
'course it was easier in my day, you get them hopped up on chai and hit back a couple espresso shots, share a clove or a joint out on the patio, spend the entire night talking, and eventually head back to her place where you find out she's a lesbian and she thought you were one too... in those flannel filled days it was hard hard to tell... but it didn't seem to matter as much, foreplay was fun with anyone and there was always the potential for getting closer to someone to help pay off the rent.
Really it was (still is) harder to find a decent roommate...
I'm probably not the right person to try to help them out with that sort of thing... it's like people that want to lose weight or gain muscle but start tuning you out when you start talking about changing their eating habits and exercising more.
Although that's probably a bad analogy... still I just keep wanting to offer them a shake weight.
or completely inappropriate advice... it sounds like I need to read up more on how to pick up chicks in a convent to really help these lads.
Still if they go questionably gay for a while, it's been proven to help with a str8 lad's confidence... and I mean, really, who doesn't want to be pretty one on occasion... and maybe if they learn how to fend off the aggressive advances of other men they can gain a deeper insight into how to approach women. (or maybe I'm just setting up these fellows for all intp stockbar burlesque show.)
'course wearing a kilt to a bar with a bunch of rowdy drunken women... is pretty much the same thing, 'cept the dudes tend to respect a few more boundaries.