But I don't gig..... Maybe I should just wander around coffee shops, art galleries and seedy-but-fashionable-in-a-bohemian-sort-of-way parts of London with a Strat in my hand.
I was once in mid-town New York on my way back to my hotel, mildly gothed up and with a V case... got wolf-whistled by a medium-hot girl and ending up having an entertaining afternoon with her (no sex, so obviously my luck wasn't that in)
Usually it works something like this for me...
Chick sees me with nonchalantly displayed Stratocaster case: "Ooooh! Whaddayagotinthecase?"
Me (smooth operator): "Hey, how's it going?"
Chick (getting impatient): "There, is, like, a guitar in there...right?"
Me (trying to decide if she is hot enough for this to be worth the trouble): "Oh, yeah, an old Fender...."
Chiquita (eyes light up): "Wow, really, can I see it?"
Me (I have a free afternoon, so why not?): "Well, let's move away from the coffee machine...this guitar is just a magnet for jealous haters..."
Case is opened, just enough to show her a taste of what I have to offer...
Female (sensing danger, and liking it): "I like that bridge...hard. tail."
Me: "Want a coffee?"
