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I had two mates who would both pick the most outlandish fake jobs to go out on the pull.
One time they were Fighter Pilots in the UK's version of top gun (it worked). Another time they were extreme condition firemen (like the guys that get dropped out of a heli to put out brush fires etc) - again they scored. Nearly all the time it worked because they could back each other up when the bullshit started to get called, so if anything sounded too far fetch and the girl questioned it, the other guy would be like "no totally, when we did that mission over Iraq and your tail got hit we both ejected made out may back to base on foot. Totally happened like that".
the best though, was one night one of the was going solo, chatting up this eastern euro check, and he told her he was a celebrity hairdresser. He's chatting her up, making comments about her hair, adding some innuendo about what he's going to do to her (...hair) etc. and she invited him back to her nearby flat for some action.
Bingo he's thinking.
She puts a backless chair in the middle of the room told him to wait in the living room while she get changed (he's now thinking she's kinky) and she comes out wearing that cape thing a bottle in her hand.
He's going what the fuck is about to happen, and she sits in the chair and goes "come on then, are you going to color my hair or what?"
Oh fuck. He doubles down. He mixes the dye solution and starts putting in her hair with a comb.
She says "er, I've never seen it applied with a comb" and he totally bullshits her like this is his secret technique, but inside he's going oh fuck, I'm about to destroy this woman's hair.
He leaves it in for like 45 minutes and they chat away while he's getting more and more nervous but still holding the poker face.
They wash it out.
The color comes out absolutely fucking perfect and she jumped his bones that very second.
They ended up dating for about a year and when they split, she didn't learn that he's actually a painter and decorator.
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