Unless you are Mr Pitt or Mr Clooney, a single man would do well to not approach two women together in a bar. The chances of a lone male detaching one from the other are slim at best, verging on impossible at worst.
If you like a challenge, just try. Proceed into a bar on your own, purchase a cocktail, and walk up to to a birdie pair. You will not separate them, no matter how good your script.
Men rarely share this kind of folk-lore. That's because we see all other men as enemies in the game of finding willing women, an insane way to behave.
There's a great deal of fun to be had trying, though. If you're in a group, or just up for the rhetorical sport, give it a go one day. Women stick together like God's adhesive if they're in even numbers. An odd-numbered group gives the man way better odds until the number of females is greater than five, when it's cash bar time.
My friend Sam (who happens to be a woman, so her real name is Samantha) was intrigued by all this at happy hour this evening.
But Wombat, she said, tilting her head suggestively to two ladies along the bar, Don't you like the blonde with the pink pig-tail?
Sam. No. I'm a brunette aficionado, and in any case it's a pair of women. I'm not stupid.
Sam and I need to talk more.
Bottoms up!
Picture is from somewhere, but I am too mesmerized by her bust to worry about linking.
Edited for all kinds of horrid abominations of HRH English.
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