Awkward Pick up lines

I can never figure out why, but the oddest things happen to me. The best things I seem to attract are the worst pick up lines possible.

“Hey baby, let me see those legs–I can be your daddy long legs.”

“Aww chica, don’t be sad because your dad isn’t here–I’ll be your new papi.”

“Is that a mirror in your pants? I can see myself and you can’t say no to sitting on a face like this.”

“Hi! Are you Ben Dover? Will you?”

“My churro needs some of your sugar.”

“So what should our safe word be?”

“Are you an angel? I’d like to fuck you but I know it wouldn’t be real.”

“Hey cowgirl, you can ride my pony for free.”

“You’re absolutely gorgeous. You look just like my sister.”

“Are you a blowpop? I want to know how many licks it takes to get to the center of that booty.”

“Well hello officer booty. The only thing I’m guilty of is speeding.” (Think about it)

“If you buy me a drink, I’ll buy your love.” (Think about it)

“Have you ever been with an NFL player? Tonight is your unlucky night because I’m just a janitor.”

*rollerblading* “Hey baby, you can roll on my blade anytime.”

The list goes on.


I love Mexicans. 

So the other day I was given a beautiful new nickname: Racist white trash. Why? I’ll tell you.
I was rollerblading on a trail and blasting some Spanish pop music. The next thing I knew some guy was yelling and running to catch up to me. He asked me what I was listening to and I showed him. (Danny Ocean’s “Me Rehúso” soooo gooood)
He looked at me very oddly and said, ” That’s not right. That’s just plain racist.”
I just looked at the guy. What the frick frack was he saying to me?
He just kept going. “That’s just not okay. You shouldn’t be listening to that, it’s white trash racist of you.”
I was dumbfounded; I just didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry I’m aware of other cultures and like Spanish music? He then proceeded to tell me that I needed to hop over the fence and go back to Mexico with my other Mexican friends.
Ya know what, I would love to. 1) You wouldn’t be there and (2) I love Mexicans so come at me bro.
I just explained to him that I wasn’t making fun of Spanish music or anything I actually really like it, and then I just slowly rolled away.
This man made no sense to me. What. So. Ever. I guess I’ll never understand people and their ways of thinking.