I got back to L.A. late last night from Anchorage, Alaska where I attended Bouchercon, the World Mystery Convention (more on this when I have time to catch my breath). As usual, the life of the con was in the bar. Apparently when crime writers aren't pounding out novels, they like to drink. Who knew?
As I sat there in the hotel cocktail lounge challenging my liver function, I began to wonder about pick-up lines.
A bad pick up line can be deadly. Remember that old Bic lighter commercial where the guy comes on to a woman in a bar? She ignites the flame on her lighter and says: “By the flick of my Bic I see you’re a hick.”
I used this one in my first novel. “You must be a traffic ticket because you have ‘fine’ written all over you.”
In the seventies “What’s your sign?” became a cliché for the decade.
So if you were trying to pick up a writer in a bar, what line would you use?