For weeks now I've been trying to get your attention. I tried flirting with you, giving you gifts, taking you out for dinner, but no matter what I do you don't seem to be catching what I'm putting down. So today, after having to convince you for almost an hour I got you to come to a bar with me. I have a plan, and once I see the bartender I decide she will be perfect to make you jealous.

"Should we start with shots?"

I talk to you but stare at the bartender's derrière to make you mad.