Troll Starbucks and get laid. What’s not to like?
Commenter grit turns lemonade into hard 10 lemonade,
Take your [“Race Together”] cup from the hopefully cute barista, return a minute later.
“Are you hitting on me?”
She will be perplexed and wonder why.
“Apparently we are going to a 5k together.”
She laughs to break tension. And has to explain what it means, submissively. Ignore anything she says.
Comment how she looks like a runner. As opposed to those people at starbucks who ask for half and half “if you know what i mean”
Notice the time and say “you got that pen handy? How about adding something else to my cup.” Hand back and she asks what to add. “Your number.”
Tight game, grit. Sticking it to the SJW manlet and stealing the women he wishes he had. Conan, that’s what is good in life.