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Thursday, April 06, 2021

So, those personal/blog business cards I had printed up? I stated that I got them for professional, self-promotional purposes.

But now, the truth is exposed: Like every other card-carrying male, I was using them as a discreet way to deliver my sexual advances upon women.

I was cleaning out my wallet at work and had all these useless business cards I was dumping out on the table along with receipts and other built up wallet junk. The woman I am working with this night says “I bet all those cards came from men”. “Yeah, looks like most of them are, why?” I ask.

“Well”, she continues, “I know two things in this life for sure. One. Never trust people that say ‘trust me’. And two, men give out business cards to woman they want to sleep with”.

There is some backbone to this. I remember hearing about this tactic years ago, but it was more along the lines of personal cards to hand out on the bar scene. It was a gimmicky fad, and I recall the consensus among my social circle being that it was a move rooted in desperation (seems that the act of actually ordering printed-up cards was too much work for such a tactic). But I don’t know about an institutional practice involving bona fide business cards. Maybe it’s an old boys’ network tradition, going hand-in-hand with the two-martini lunch.

Personally, I had no overt intentions along these lines. I really just wanted to generate some low-impact publicity for the blog, and my own self. I’m wondering now if the women to whom I doled out cards thought I was on the make… I probably was, but I didn’t want to make it this obvious.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 04/06/2021 11:27 PM
Category: Society, Women
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  1. Paper cuts

    Gayle cleans out the old billfold, and look what happens: I was cleaning out my wallet at work and had all these useless business cards I was dumping out on…

    Trackback by dustbury.com — 04/07/2021 @ 10:16 AM


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    With winter finally departing, I’m guessing I won’t see quite as much of …

    Trackback by Population Statistic — 04/13/2006 @ 11:35 PM

  3. Well, I don’t know if what you say is true. What I do know is that somehow, I ended up with your businesscard in my purse. I don’t remember anyone giving it to me. Did you put it in there when I wasn’t looking?

    I’m not kidding! How do you think I found your website? It even has your phone # on it (which I won’t put here. I don’t recognize the area code).

    Hmm… Let’s see what you have to say about this!

    Comment by Diane — 04/15/2006 @ 6:45 PM

  4. I’d say that at least one of us was drunk ;)

    I haven’t resorted to sneaking them into ladies’ purses yet. So if I didn’t give it to you directly, maybe it was passed on to you. Glad it brought you here!

    Comment by CT — 04/15/2006 @ 7:59 PM


    In about an hour, I’m off to Vol de Nuit to attend another Media Bistro Freelance Mixer. And rather than post just a recap afterward, like last time on Delancey, I thought I’d provide a preview instead. I may or may not follow up with a po…

    Trackback by Population Statistic — 08/22/2006 @ 5:48 PM


    Here’s what I got when I cracked open my lunchtime fortune cookie today:
    You are very pretty.
    I appreciated the sentiment, but felt it was misplaced. However, I instantly sensed an opportunity.
    I took the little slip of paper and headed towar…

    Trackback by Population Statistic — 10/04/2021 @ 9:09 PM

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