
"Who envies you playboy. If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't be with you for dinner anymore." I had to find a boyfriend to avoid it, I should have been trying to find someone from Tinder alone.
"No way, we should stick to dinner. To tell us about our experience."
"I don't listen to your experience." He made me want to stuff his mouth.
"Why don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Nothing I like is simple."
"The men in your place, they're not dancers. Surely they get a lot of paid jobs for their customers. They get a date at once paid. Don't date them, they're used to easy money."
"I know." It's true what he said, male dancers in our place have an average paid date. It is not surprising that women are fascinated by their athletic appearance.
"Let's take you home. It's already night."
"You want to take me home?"
"Yes as usual."
"It's good to be careful, but it's far enough."
"I'm the one who's taking you to dinner, I have to take you home. Every day you're gonna live in Queens?" He now holds that what he does is an obligation. I don't understand what's on his mind.
"Did you always drive your date home?" Now I'm curious.
"No."
"Why is it upside down." How could he not drive her. And he willingly drove me. I don't understand the logic he's using right now.
"You're still a long-term friend, but they're just good friends. I might meet them this week but another week doesn't." The logic of his best friend is cruel.
"I'm so flattered "I raised the tip of my lip to say she's not normal.
"Your sarcasm is cruel."
"I don't understand your way of thinking."
"As I said, only you get away with my trust issue, after all if I keep dating them they'll have a lot of demands."
"Yes, they will demand status and monthly allowance of course.When no one told them to call me and ask me out."
"So the one with you called first. You think I believe in your words."
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, that's what happened."
"Are you that popular?"
"No doubt about it."
"Where did you meet a woman?" Now I want to explore the science of dating.
"Easiest at a charity event. For some reason, a lot of women would ask me for acquaintances, just give them phone numbers, call first, take dinner, bring them flowers, I pay the bill of course, and they offer me a stay, and they offer me a stay, I'm just gonna make sure they're satisfied, they're gonna call again." I raise an eyebrow.
"That's it. Without any more effort?" What all these women were so fascinated by his position and good looks.
"Yes?"
"I can't believe it. You've never chased those women?"
"No. My modal is just dinner, flowers and small talk that usually more of them talk." Was it really so easy for him to get a cut.
"Are you so good."
"You also offered me a date first." I grimaced.
"It's because of something else." My motivation is different from those women. He's a source of income for me.
"Yes, that's right, but more or less all the women who offered me a date first weren't me chasing them."
"You're a lucky bastard."
"You're right. I'm a lucky bastard." He even laughed.
I'm done scraping it, I think the only thing that causes women to like it is just the good technique.