You know, this all seems horrendously complicated. All these dirty little tactics... tch, honestly...
Although, having been chased around a park by a nymphomaniac with tweezers intent on getting my evolving chest hair when I was 17 tends to leave scars towards the whole pick-up-girls thing
.... I kid you not.
I am the kind of person that will often lurk in a corner of clubs watching other people play the game. Having racked up a fair number of hours, I've come to two conclusions. 1) I will not meet the kind of person I'm looking for there and 2) beer soaked confidence makes for some incredibly stupid behaviour on both sides. That said, the comedy value is utterly priceless.