Flirt... you need the humiliation

You rather suspect that, all logic aside, the universe isn't really a simulation. And if it is a simulation, it probably isn't a game simulation. And if it is a game simulation, it probably isn't a sex game simulation. That said, it's pretty much standard in sex games that you have to grind your way to success. And if it is a sex game simulation, you certainly don't intend to miss out on the sex.

"I'm looking for something that combines health with variety," you tell the girl.

"And I'm looking for some peace and quiet. Good luck finding what you want... it's pretty clear I'm not finding what I'm looking for."

Wow, that's harsh. Of course you did just walk up to her without getting any eye contact and start talking. Still, the last time you waited for eye contact, you ended up paying off some girl's student loans, only to watch her let some asshole VP fuck her in the ass. Which made you wonder who else Amber had fucked and how long she'd been doing it.

"Wow, harsh," you say.

"Yeah, well you're like the twentieth guy to walk up to me and hit on me this week so live with it."

"I guess this means my dietary dilemma goes unresolved."

"I guess." Still, you got a hint of a smile.

"I've got a feeling if I don't feed my roommate something besides fresh berries, he's going to get very annoyed."

"Seasonal fruits," she says. "Check your phone for what's fresh right now."

"Got it. I'm Mike by the..."

You tail off because she's moved on. Still, you think you made some progress. More to the point, you got some practice talking to girls.

You finish your grocery shopping after checking Google for the latest in California fruits, pay the cashier (sadly male) fifty bucks, and head back to drop off your purchases.