A friend of mine was visiting me at Indiana University...sorta that red headed, scruffy country boy type.
He was a high school junior well over his head I thought with these hot college chicks swarming on Kirkwood this Saturday night.
Eying the girls with a wry smile he turned to me and offered his apology.
"Sorry to leave you alone brother but I gotta have some of this", he chided and went to work.
One after the other, boldly, unabashed he asked every girl as she passed the same rhetorical question.
"Hi, I'm Tom. It is too pretty a night to spend it alone. Want to go shoot a game of pool and eat a few chicken wings? (he was friggin 17 and I was 20)
Maybe it was six or seven but within 90 secods he had a taker and wisked her away.
An hour later he was back on Kirkwood.
"Didn't work out I laughed".
What...he responded...oh no...I got in her pants."
"You didn't have time!"
"Yeah..I Know. When we got to the top of the stairs I asked her if we could skip the pool and wings and screw."
"Sorry Rog but I have to get back to work...Excuse me, Miss, I don't mean to be bold but it's just too nice a night...
AND HE WAS GONE...in about 90 seconds. I don't think be bought the first wing but I would wager he plucked some chicken that weekend.
I suspect it would work the same for women. Don't know.