Ever crushed on an archaeologist but never knew how to break the ice? Find yourself in company of a hot anthropologist but don’t know how to flirt with them? Well maybe you just need some humorous and clever lines to throw their way.
Below are 53 such examples should leave a trowel-wielding dirt-duster blushing from cheek-to-cheek. You may even score extra points for citing their jargon. But starting off simple…
I really dig you.
Hey man/baby, can I probe your moist area?
Baby/Man, I’ve got a huge grant.
Hey man/baby, can I use my GPR on you?
I sure would like to calibrate your curves.
Baby/Man, you make this homo erectus.
I like my women like I like my DNA helicase – unzipping my genes.
Baby/Man, your hotness is a social fact.
Wow, and all this time I thought nothing was sexier than archaeometry.
Can I excavate your mounds?
What a nice pair of platform mounds you got there.
Can I touch your tangible heritage?
Care to shine my trowel?
Come here and let me demonstrate how to shovel probe.
Did it hurt when you fell from your culture’s dogmatic view of an afterlife?
Excuse me miss, but are you Mesa Verde? Because it feels like I’ve been digging you for years.
Would you like to examine my bone?
Fancy rimming my sherd?
Hey man/baby, I wanna see your bedrock.
Hey, I’ve just discovered a bone in my pants, and I was wondering if you could date it.
How about we take this to dance floor and I’ll sow you the Intertubercular Groove?
Hey man/baby, I wanna go down today… about 10 centimeters.
I find your culture fascinating… I’d like to learn more about your mating rituals.
You like petrology? Well, check out this cleavage.
I like your hotspot.
Wanna extract some minerals from my bone?
I would never bury our love in a coniferous forest, because the acidity of the soil would ruin any chance of preservation.
Care to shine my trowel?
I’ll make your plumb bob.
Baby/Man, you must have time distortion powers because you’re turning me into Homo Erectus.
I’d like to excavate your site.
I’m a linguistic anthropologist, may I study your tongue?
If I told you that you had some nice secondary sex characteristics, would you hold them against me?
Is that an increment borer in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
Let’s pretend you’re C14 so I can date you.
Hey man/baby, I wanna go down today… about 10 centimeters.
Let’s forget the carbon and move straight to the dating.
Hey, wanna come over and examine my collection of Folsom points?
Let’s have a debate. I’ll be a cultural relativist, and you assume the missionary position.
Oh my you are a special find.
Hey man/baby, can I survey your features?
Oh what a large ranging pole you have.
Wanna share a trench?
Baby/Man, you make this Homo erectus.
What a nice pair of platform mounds you got there.
You know, you really match my culturally constructed beauty standard.
Why don’t I show you my anterior pubis so you can sex me to 95% accuracy?
Hey man/baby, could I have a look at your artifacts?
Would you like to see my totem ?
You’re an osteologist? In that case, there’s a bone I’d like to show you.
Baby/Man, you’re more precious than an artifact.
Your beauty is more striking than the preservation of Otzi the Iceman.
But after all that, sometimes the simplest are the best:
So, wanna get dirty?
