So I was out with my friend Chuck and a group of his friends including his best friend Edmundo. Chuck insisted Edmundo tell me allllllll about his business, to which he initially acted all shy - but he quickly informed me that he runs a dating service. Well, not necessarily a dating service - but a set of classes for guys who want to learn how to pick up chicks. 6 classes cost $2,500, and in-class group sessions, individual coaching, and on-the-scene practice. Edmundo says that he and his business associate will take students to bars where they're friends with the bartenders. In his words their job is to, 'Give guys confidence to approach pretty girls.' uh huh, sure.
If I were telling you this story face-to-face, this is where I would interject - have you heard of The Game? It's a book that turned into a VH1 show, and maybe a movie or something. From what I understand, it teaches guys how to prey on girls' insecurities in order to ask them out. I will absolutely never pay to purchase the book, so I'm still a little in the dark. Anyway, Edmundo's business is based on this book (which on the evening that I met him, I knew nothing about).
So we went from American Ice Co. to the Getaway (which hadn't opened yet) to pick up tacos... finally we ended up at Marvins. Sound familiar? Yes, most of my date stories go awry at Marvins. I haven't mentioned this yet, but Edmundo was not attractive. I mean, he was

probably 45, had purple circles under his eyes, and quite a bit overweight. Plus, he thought he was smooth - which to me is a turnoff. Don't think you're smooth, my friend, be smooth.
Here's another thing: I know flirting, and I had not been flirting. So when Chuck disappeared (thanks a lot, bud) and I glimpsed Jason across the rooftop, I decided to get out of there. Edmundo insisted on walking me the 2 blocks to my house. I tried insisting back, but when Edmundo tried to put the moves on me I really insisted. Gross. It's ironic that someone who makes a living teaching men to read women's signals missed the ones I was saying loud and clear, "Ok, Edmundo that's enough. I'll walk myself home from here." I don't recommend the classes.