There is this running joke between me and a friend. She consistently thinks that, when we go out dancing, someone will pick me up despite the fact I am not interested in being picked up. Honestly my heart is unavailable right now.
That aside, we were out dancing last night and she, as usual, was incredulous as no one was interested in me. At all. So, considering she was driving, she dared me to try to pick someone up. Challenge accepted. There were rule - I had to smile and be charming (sure, I can try). So she chooses a guy from the wings. I approach, smile, introduce myself and start making small talk about the lady in full Japanese dress on the podium. I get shot down in flames. Not satisfied, she makes me try again. This time, I get "have a good night" in response to my introduction alone. Still not satisfied she makes me try a third time. I try again. Smile on, shoulders down, drink in hand and the guy turns around and walks off before my name is out of my mouth.
The proof is in the pudding. She has now agreed not to make comments again and accept the truth.
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