Years ago I had a buddy that could meet a girl, exchange numbers, and in most cases THEY called him. But he was one of those rare guys that had everything going for him. Apparently extremely good looking, charismatic, nice car, and all that stuff. I remember one time where he called some girl he just met.
Dave: "Hey, it's Dave. Wanna come over to my place."
Ten minutes later she's there.
There was this one chick that just got a boob job and she was still all bruised up from it. He calls her, she comes over, she talks about how bruised up she is from her new boob job. I tell her to show us her new work, she takes her shirt off to show off her new goods, Dave takes her up stairs, she goes home an hour later.
Sometimes I hated that guy.
Dave: "Hey, it's Dave. Wanna come over to my place."
Ten minutes later she's there.
There was this one chick that just got a boob job and she was still all bruised up from it. He calls her, she comes over, she talks about how bruised up she is from her new boob job. I tell her to show us her new work, she takes her shirt off to show off her new goods, Dave takes her up stairs, she goes home an hour later.
Sometimes I hated that guy.