How to Ignore a Man Who Is Trying to Pick You Up on the Subway
A 48-year-old New York City Man by the name of Brian Robinson has penned an instructional manual called How to Meet Women on the Subway. In a recent interview, he claims that during his time in the big horny apple, he’s guilt tripped and bullied persuaded 500 women he met on a subway platform into going on dates with him using a simple, foolproof method. A method that all women should learn to ignore.
After speaking admirably about his uncle, a “big time womanizer” who got kicked out of nursing homes for “pinching the nurse’s bottoms,” Robinson divulges some of his subway pickup secrets to the New York Post.
He calls step 1 “The Approach.”
Robinson’s time-tested approach is to pretend he’s lost and ask for directions.
“I would always say, ‘Is this local or express?’ and then say, ‘I hear an accent: Where are you from?’ It’s an awesome door-opener — 97 percent of all NYC women are from someplace else,” he said.
Step 2 is “Contact.”
“No matter what place she says, say, ‘Wow, I’ve always wanted to visit your country/city, etc. . . . do you have e-mail?” Robinson suggested.
The trick, he says, is to have a quick conversation where you express interest in who she is and what she does — not trying to overtly hit on her.
Step 3 is “The Close.”
Then use the deadlines of the subway as an advantage: “I have to get off at the next stop and would love to continue this conversation. Can I get your e-mail address?”
Robinson is currently single.
When I arrived at the point in the Post piece that quoted a woman who described Robinson’s techniques as “persistent,” I suddenly realized that this all sounded very familiar. I was holiday party drunk heading home on a train. It was my first December in New York City. Despite the fact that I wore an engagement ring at the time, a suit wearing train passenger engaged me in conversation and then asked for my email address, and I was tipsy enough that a lie about “not giving it out” for “privacy reasons” sailed smoothly out of my mouth, and I just kept repeating it over his multiple attempts to “close.” (Kate Dries thinks I’m having a phantom memory, but I can even tell you where on the train I was sitting when it happened and what coat I was wearing.) Look at what I could have missed out on.