Something Really, Really Lame...

You shuffle over to her and with every step you take, your confidence falters more and more, your body language wilting. What the hell are you doing? You're just a guy, she's a... a goddess...

"H-hey," you stutter. I'm John, and you are...?"

"Not interested," she says flatly, before taking her drink from the bar and going elsewhere - anywhere away from you.

"Hi not interested," you go on, basically on autopilot.

"I'm John."