| Hey...so I successfully gamed this amazing girl at work...and as always I did it without doing one neg (I think neg theory is a joke). Here is how I went about it.
Outside smoking
Me: Hey are you shy?
Girl: I can be, why?
Me: Cause I've worked with you two days now and you haven't said one word to me....I just figured you were shy.
Girl: Oh well I can be around new people. Man I'm hot.
Me: No doubt...oh, wait...you're talking about the weather right?
Girl: HAHA! Yes! What? You think I go around telling people how I look?
Me: Well I wasn't sure...but if I looked like you I'd go around telling people I'm the hottest shit sense Kanye. But you do have something good going for ya.
Girl: HAHA! You are hot!
Me: HAHA! Hell no, I look like homeless Chris Farley.
Girl: No, No...you're sexy, you're a different kind of sexy. Your beard reminds me of that guy off the Hangover.
Me: Zack What-The-Fuck's name?
Girl: YEAH! He is super hot. And you're really funny, what's your name?
Me: Guess...
Girl: You look like a Paul.
Me: HAHA! I've got a sick story about the name Paul.
Girl: Oh yeah? And what's that? I'm into sick stories.
Me: What? You've got to be kidding me.
Girl: Really...what is it?
Me: Oh, well...Haha...my ex-girlfriend used to call my penis Peter Paul.
Girl: WHAT!? HAHA! Why's that?
Me: Cause it reminded her of a Zorro candy car. You know...white outside, black inside.
Girl: HAHA! That is sick...she sounds like a freak.
Me: She was a monster. What's your name?
*Me looking at her name tag*
Me: Micki?
Girl: YEP!
Me: Oh no, if we're going to be talking we need to do something about your name.
Girl: Huh? Why's that?
Me: Cause now everytime I talk to you I'll be thinking of that cartoon Micky Mouse. And you're much too fine for me to be calling you Micki.
Girl: HAHA! Yeah, Micky Mouse. I get that a lot!
Me: I've got the perfect nick-name for you're extreme hotness.
Girl: Oh yeah? What would that be?
Me: Honey-Bee Sweetness.
Girl: HA! That works for me!
Me: Good, cause now I'll make management make you a nametag with that on it.
Girl: HELL YEAH!
Me: Hey, My brother and I are having a party this weekend. Give me your phone.
Girl: OK *hands me her BlackBerry*
Me: *Puts my number in her phone, and hands her my Palm Pre*
Her: How do you work this thing?
Me: *Shows her how to move around the phone, and see her put her number in my contacts*
Me: Now if you're wanting to party with me, there is only one rule.
Her: What's that?
Me: Never bum a cigarette off me unless you're willing to smoke Virginia Slims.
Her: HAHA! You're too crazy. I love it.
I think I handled things perfectly. _________________ You all take 'er easy. And if she's easy, take her twice.
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