Chick-magnet defined

—A Facebook lady-“friend,” with whom I long-ago attended college — she was class of ’68, me ’66…….
Commented on “A girl named ***” that I am a “chick-magnet.”
I find that laughable.
I’m 76 years old, slightly obese, and can hardly walk. I’m hardly a stud.
She Googled “how to be a chick magnet.” I always call Google “the Dark Side” — and they’re not driving my car!
“To be a chick magnet, you need to constantly show respect to the women and girls around you. Respect speaks volumes. Women who know you respect them will want to be around you. Show respect to the girls and women around you.” (My underlining.)
“Right on the money, honey,” I told her. Treat females with respect and they flock to your side.
“Respect” is part of it, but I think there’s more.
Namely, make ‘em laugh, and make ‘em smile.
A really pretty girl once told me what women like most is laughing.
I’m motoring toward my dog kennel; I don’t remember why. The two female co-owners are leaving for coffee.
“STOP! That’s Killian’s dad!”
SLAM! Into reverse. Then back toward the kennel.
One co-owner gets out to greet me. I make her laugh, and I’ll probably do it again.
So yes, I treat her with respect. We talk, and I wanna hear what she says.
Beyond that, I also make her laugh. That’s irresistible.
Do that, and they won’t walk away.
“Yer funny,” the other co-owner tells me.
Respect first (and above all), then make ‘em laugh!

• “Killian,” a rescue Irish-Setter, was my most recent dog. He made age-11, and was my seventh Irish-Setter, an extremely lively dog. I daycared and boarded Killian at that nearby kennel. (Yet another dog lost to canine cancer.)