The Sri Lankan Love-Magnet Supergod

“Please sex” was the Sri Lankan pickup line heard around the world.

At which point, if you haven’t yet seen the video, he just pulled out his johnson and started tugging on it, right in front of the attractive young British tourist, who promptly acquiesed and ripped off her skimpy tourist dress and mounted the eternally grateful pajeet.

Oh wait that’s not what happened. She actually cranked her jeep into driving gear and sped off as fast as she could, which was at about golf-buggy speed by the looks of it.

PJW has the story, or his spin on it. Which isn’t a bad spin.

I counter-argue that if this is one extreme of the art of approaching women, and the other is a refined exercise in charm and gallant peacockery, or whatever the fuck else, then maybe there’s a happy medium somewhere. And who really knows what it is.

I go back to the over-civilization thing. I mean there’s the chaos of the wild jungle, and then there’s the dead-end of the mouse-in-the-shoebox-in-the-techy-apartment life.

At the end of the day, and this isn’t to condone indecent exposure or anything worse, but these women think everything is creepy. And in a nanny-state matriarchy like Victoria, pretty much everything is banned anyway. So it’s hard to measure this behaviour on a scale. In that sense, “Just flop it out, ask nicely and hope for the best” is probably not the worst dating advice going around. You’re just as guilty of something no matter what you do. And their fertility rate is better than ours.

What will she do? Which way western woman?