“A woman, who meets a man in lonely places, and puts up with the touch of his foot, but pretends, on account of the indecision of her mind, not to be aware of it, should be conquered by patience, and by continued efforts…” – Kama Sutra, Part V, Chapter III, Examination of the State of a Women’s Mind.
English poet Robert Herrick had a suggestion for women of this ilk: “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may / Old Time is still a-flying / And this same flower that smiles today / Tomorrow will be dying.”
Poets tend to speak in strange tongues, vagaries if you will, but what he’s poking at in a poem entitled “To The Virgins, to Make Much of Time” is this: You better stop playing coy or being shy, because life is uncertain and you don’t want to die without having sex with Robert Herrick.
Patience with the right woman is obviously worth it, but for a night out at the bar you might be better served recalling Herrick’s verse the next time a girl is sending out mixed signals. Andrew Marvell also has some choice words on the subject in his work “To His Coy Mistress”; honestly, if you can memorize the whole thing, we could see this working so well. It is, in short, the best pickup line they had in the 17th century.