Sit with the Asian girl

You sit next to the Asian girl.

She gives you that look girls seem to always give you... the look that sums you up and instantly concludes that you're a reject, not worth their time.

Even a week ago, that look would have been enough to shut you down. But you're a new man now, one who's busy learning to hack the universal sim in a direction that will favor himself... and possibly those he chooses to favor.

"Seems like a shame to be sitting inside on a glorious California day," you say.

"We're in God's house."

"Yep, inside like I said. Not like God didn't make the outside herself."

"Herself?"

"I don't suppose you want to go into the ancient Hebrew but the word used for 'God' in the Old Testament is gender-neutral and contains both masculine and feminine attributes."

"You're shitting me, right?"

Gotcha. "You know," you say, "most Asians are Buddhists or follow Confucius, right? So, what are you doing in a Christian church?"

"Wow, stereotype much."

"Nope. Just perceptive. I am picking up that you're a student... taking some sort of comparative religion class, and you decided to visit this church since it's near where you live for some sort of project you have."

"That's... that's amazing." She looks at you like the girls were looking at those prosperity preachers on TV.

You shrug. "When you're perceptive, that kind of deduction is not so difficult."

"Amazing that you can string together bullshit like that. Although you're right, I'm not a Christian. I just sort of wandered in here because my feet were tired and I thought it would be interesting."

Oh, well. "If you give me your phone number, I could amaze you with even more of my, perhaps less than 100% reliable perceptive insights."

"Does that line ever work for you?"

"Uh, are you giving me your number."

"Fine."

"Well, yes it's worked every time."

She giggles. "I'm Aika." She takes your phone and enters her name and number.

"Mike."

"You going to stay for the service?"

"Don't know. Can I buy you a coffee instead?"

"Nah. I think I'll stay."

"Then I'll keep you company... unless you'd rather be alone."

"No problem. But you aren't allowed to talk all the way through. I have this term paper I need--"

She bursts out laughing. "You should see your face. I totally got you."

Let's see. Getting 'got' by a beautiful girl is not the worst thing that's happened to you in the past week.