Gentlemen, let us use my encounter with the man at a local 24-hour pharmacy’s checkout counter to help you hone your Game.
If you expect to get a bite, don’t follow the falsely innocuous “You look so familiar — where are you from?” and “So, are you currently involved with anyone?” questions up with any of the following:
“I didn’t think you looked like a 12-year-old coming up in here who didn’t have anybody.” (WTF does that even mean?)
“I got a baby on the way and the mom — I don’t even know what’s wrong with her. She crazy. It’s her second.”
“It’s my fifth.”
Exasperated, incredulous, and slightly annoyed groaning and protesting when the person you’re talking to says “Congratulations!”
In conclusion, none of the above is likely to help you land some alone time with the person in your store at 1 a.m. buying toilet paper and Rolaids.
Ah ha ha ha!
Where were you? San Francisco?
Worse — Rite Aid!!
Hey! Those lines are exactly what I used to get my wife. The ladies go for it. :-)