We went out to dinner tonight. Our very cute waitress spent the whole evening flirting with my six month old son. By the end of the evening, she’d told the couple at the table behind us that he was her boyfriend.
I am taking notes. Lots of notes. 
On a more serious note, he actually does seem to have pretty good natural game. He’s a very cute kid, which helps him get started. But he plays it well. He doesn’t smile at first, he always makes people make a bit of an effort first. But then it comes out huge when he brings it… and then he shyly turns away. Then he spends most of his time with an air of moderate disinterest. Brilliant. And every single girl who meets him just eats it up. All the college girls that work at our local supermarket hang all over him all the time.
I should’ve had a kid 10 years ago. He’s a total babe magnet.
