I flipped my date script and used the most earthy pickup

Last week, I found myself in a very horny state that I made myself – I was very satisfied with myself.

Actually, it flipped the script for me on date.

Have you ever seen a handsome guy’s bar and thought, “God, I want to be with that man”? (I just gave you our PG version real Sometimes we call together the courage to pounce on our eyelashes and hope for the best, but – honestly – as women, we have grown up and believe that men must always take the first step.

It happened that I was opening night at a fancy bar in New York last Friday – more specifically, an Australian bar called “Old Mate” in Lower Manhattan.

So I popped up hoping for a sexy Hemsworth brother, a Hugh Jackman or Heck, or even a Russell Crowe to spend the night. (Just thinking about the “Gladiator” actor saying in his Australian accent: “My name is Maximus Perimos Meridius that makes me hot under the collar.)

So, it’s nice to see that I’ve met many popular Australians, all of whom squeezed into a bar that exceeded my expectations. This is not a cheesy steakhouse with Australian utensils. Instead, it offers quality red wine, views over the harbor and Brooklyn Bridge and the soundtrack hit by INXS.

But, most importantly, it serves Australian men.

I made Doubletake when I found a guy in a creepy Australian flag jumpsuit. He looks a bit ridiculous, but reader, he is too hot. Tall, broad shoulders, thick-skinned blue eyes and smile ignited the room.

He is resonating with the “rugby players.” And, God-I was fascinated.

Usually, I would appreciate him from afar. But that night, I felt brave and it was time to throw away this ridiculous dating rule book.

With all the boldness I could call together, I walked up to him, leaned against him, and made an unofficial Australian mating phone call: “Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia!”

Before my own second guess, he shot at “Oi, oi, oi!” with zeal.

Yes, it’s worth mentioning – I know – but it did the work and broke the ice. In that moment, I broke every outdated rule, pointing out that women should always wait for men’s first step.

Tiktok, podcast and dating masters are all shouting that if we just “sit in a feminine atmosphere”, wear the cutest gowns, avoid profanity, and laugh at his old-fashioned jokes, we’ll have more More luck to catch a man.

OK, I said: Bored. snore. and Why?

Also, it just doesn’t work. I stayed behind a bar and thought of all the wasted opportunities because I had to “sit in a feminine atmosphere” and could even drive the woman on the wall towards the wall.

So that night, I decided to throw that tired script out the window and go.

A cheeky line leads to another line, and before I knew it, we were like donkeys! We spent the night enjoying wine and flirting in every corner of the three-story bar. We got along well and both of our friends groups left us.

It wasn’t until the bartender called “The Last Glass” that we decided that our night – and flirted – wasn’t over yet.

We hopped into the taxi and walked through town to the nearest dive bar to keep the atmosphere good – they did, dear readers, they did.

Until the next morning. Blink, blink.

It’s one of the nights to reiterate my beliefs: Sometimes, some quirky, fearless fun is exactly what you need to go back to date Mojo.

I was asked a question recently when I was debating whether I like someone I like: “You 80-year-old self-care did you send that text?” This hit me – no, she was glad she wouldn’t.

In fact, she might be bothered by my brave ones. Even in the long run, even if he doesn’t reply, who cares? Of course, my 80-year-old self will not be disturbed.

So, why are our dating not bold?

Now, I decided to let my method of committing crimes abandon the prescription of social fatigue that women must “sit in our femininity” and wait for Alpha to take action. The tiktokkers are gone, they are gone!

In my world, boldness is not only welcome, but also celebrated. Every time I take the initiative, I will meet the support of my equally rebellious friends, and I will tell the truth: I have no complaints to these people, either.

They know that in a culture that is still full of misogyny and outdated dating scripts, these small acts of defiance are not only liberating—they are (a little annoying) revolutionary.

Now, there is a clear shift – a surge in courage that suffers from misogyny as women choose to have their own desires in a total way, flirting with and rewrite the narrative. We replaced the timid glance with a bold statement, replacing the “good girl” who know exactly what they want and are not afraid to follow it.

It doesn’t sound basic, but “Sex and the City” Samantha is indeed a thing.

So it’s more than just a one-time escape. This is a sport. A cheeky revolution, once a bold pickup line.

I have to say: My friend – frankly, the current cultural atmosphere of ass kicking women – supports it wholeheartedly.

It’s about lifting the status quo, blending pop culture’s destruction with unapologetic romance, and proving that sometimes the best way to freedom is just to say, “oi, oi, oi, oi!”