Cote du Rhone

"You're awesome, Panda."

"I know it."

The thing with wimminfolk is that you must flatter them. And then get a couple bottles of wine in them. Soon, they'll be looking at you all goggly-eyed and adoringly.

Then, you'll have them hooked, as long as you reject them first. Say you'll call but make 'em sweat.

"But I thought he liked me! He said all those nice things about me," she'll moan to her friends. Her friends will shake their heads and tell her you're an ass, but she won't believe it. Maybe she'll even call. Then the battle is won. The end, the end. She's yours.

Unless of course, she's me. Then you just screwed yourself.