I feel bad for you, being such an inept flirt (I won’t embarrass you by sharing your experience from last night). I’m going to teach you how to get a girl’s number. First, let’s take a look at your methods:
First, you don’t have the body to impress anyone (heck, I don’t have the body to impress anyone and it’s better than yours). Second, if you have a hard time proving you’re more masculine than females, you’ve pretty much lost the battle already.
Let’s compare that with what I did on a flight a couple weeks back:
1. Offered use of headset to hear the in-flight entertainment (we ended up using one earpiece each—tres romantique, although that was not the intention).
2. Showed an interest in her life and hobbies.
3. Respectfully (and nervously) asked about potential future meetings.
Strangely, I asked for her number despite being unsure of pursuing it. Maybe it was just to prove to myself that I’ll have the stones to do it again in the future.
[The Mascot responds: I hate you, and I think you’re a liar.]