I’m fascinated by the inner-workings of the male mind, particularly when it comes to the most noble of male pursuits: meeting women. Since this theme factors prominently into the plot of most romance novels, I pay attention when the boys start talking.
The other night, Housemate 1 and Housemate 2 were gathered at my kitchen table eating mint Oreos and discussing the motorcycle rally Housemate 2 just attended. My dog Bindi lay adoringly at their feet, waiting for someone to either throw a ball or drop a cookie.
The conversation went something like this:
Housemate 2: Lotta guys at the rally had sidecars so their dogs could ride along.
Housemate 1: We should get one for Bindi. Can you imagine what a chick magnet she’d be riding in a sidecar wearing a pair of Doggles?
Housemate 2: Doggles?
Housemate 1: Goggles for dogs.
They both sat and pondered that for awhile, probably imagining a string of women lined up waiting to dive topless into the sidecar upon seeing my adorably attired canine.
Housemate 1: How hard do you think it would be to teach her to chase a ball in the park and then drop it at the feet of a good looking girl?
Housemate 2: Probably not too hard. She’s smart. There could be a special command so she knows which girls are hot.
Housemate 1: It’d be even better if we could convince girls she’s a puppy. Puppies are good chick magnets.
Housemate 2: She does look sort of like a German Shepherd puppy.
They both stared at my dog, still contemplating her chick magnet properties. Bindi whined and nudged her ball toward Housemate 2’s shoe.
Housemate 1: Or we could just throw the ball and accidentally hit the hot girl with it.
Housemate 2: Yeah, and then go apologize and let her pet the cute puppy.
Housemate 1: And offer to help wipe the dog slobber off where the ball hit her.
The conversation continued on like this for quite awhile, with the housemates contemplating several more strategies for using my dog to get girls.
Part of me wanted to ask if it had ever occurred to either of them to skip the gimmicks and just TALK to a girl.
Then again, what’s the fun in that? Isn’t there something flattering about being approached in a unique way? Not that getting smacked in the forehead with a slobbery tennis ball is a turn-on, but it’s certainly an attention-getter when someone makes a creative effort.
It’s true especially in romance novels, where you seldom have two characters get together without a meet cute. The hero and heroine in Making Waves meet in a Caribbean bar and end up posing as honeymooners to win money in a beachside Newlywed Game. The twosome in my second contracted novel meet when she mistakes him for an intruder in her mom’s psychic studio and threatens to brain him with a Budha statue.
Got any examples of a “meet cute” from your real life or your writing? What’s the most interesting way someone’s approached you or you’ve approached them? Please share.
I’ve got to get my dog ready for her debut as a chick magnet. Do you think she needs the pink Doggles or the red ones?