Dude, it the greatest compliment when you are standing in line at the liquor store and the guy helping her says, "with you wearing that shirt and tits like that, how am I not supposed to ask you for your number?" And that was with me standing right behind her. She flirts like hell at the bar with the bartender and her (my) drinks are sooo much stronger than if I get them. Who cares?! As long as she's coming home with me. It's all about the trust my friend.
