Oren walks inside a bar. Seeing a few women inside, he sees a possible chance to score. Most of them look occupied with their respective Chads except a single woman by her lonesome. She is at least a 7+. Oren lingers a few minutes before deciding to sit beside the mysterious woman.
Oren: Hey, uh, how are you doing?
Woman #42: I'm fine.
Oren: Its a nice night today, huh?
Woman #42: I guess.
Oren: Whats your name, beautiful?
Woman #42: Who wants to know?
Oren: Well I just saw you here, and-
Woman #42: Let me stop you right there. I'm not interested in men, sorry.
Oren: Wait, what? Whats your problem with me? I'm just acting as the guide TOLD ME TO! ...LET ME BONE YOU! Please..
Woman #42: Get out of my face or I'm calling the cops you degenerate piece of shit.
The bartender notices the clamor and decides to investigate.
Bartender: Whats going on here?
Oren: This girl won't let me bone her at my place, what do I do?
Bartender: Get the hell out of my bar, I don't condone this type of behavior.
Oren: Fine, there's a million other bars anyways. Not a big deal.
Turns his head back to the woman.
Oren: You missed a golden opportunity in my pants you dumb bitch. Whatever.
And then Oren leaves the bar having learned nothing and ready to repeat the cycle again.