No #-close on this one (didn't want to), just an account of what I felt was a smooth interaction with a girl (confidence booster). Really shows as long as you are personable, you can have a fun time talking to women.

Picked up my McDouble, Jr. Chicken, and Dollar Iced Tea from the window and gave the brown lady a friendly smile and drove into the parking lot. I pulled up beside a black SUV and noticed the window down with a girl wearing shades enjoying her McDonald's meal. I proceeded to do the same, unpacking the contents from the brown paper bag. The radio was on, and Carly Rae Jepsen's Call Me Maybe came on. I turned the stereo on full blast, listening to the song while enjoying my meal. As soon as the song was over, I lowered the volume, turned my head and through the open passenger side window, said to her, "That song was stupid. Why did I play it?" She agreed with me, and I told her I knew a guy who picks the theme song for frosh week at my school, and that Call Me Maybe was it (I'm not even 100% sure about this). She asked me what school I go to, I said that same one, and she playfully said "That's too bad." We talked about her program and she said she was going to go into nursing. I told her about the accelerated nursing program at my school. The next song on the radio was one by Eminem, and she said that this was a good song. I agreed, telling her I knew all the words. She told me about hanging with her girlfriend playing his CD and singing along. I did the tune to my favorite song and suggested she listen to "Yellow Brick Road". She said she would definitely do that. After some more light chat, I told her I failed my driver's test earlier that day, grabbed the review paper and extended my hand out the passenger window. She got out of her car to get it, and I told her to come in mine (she said she couldn't, she was with her grandma). After reading it, I said she could keep it (she had her test next Friday), then said no, I need it (I like to think of this as the mental push-pull). She said good idea, it has my address on it, to which I playfully responded, "You can have that." I finished my meal, so I wrapped up our conversation by expressing my anger towards the drive test examiner, "FUCK that guy. Bye." I drove off to her sweet laugh.