You walk up to the bar and order a drink. She looks at you, up and down. She smiles a little and looks at the empty stool next to her. You take your drink over and sit down, a lie already in place. You tell her your an air force pilot on leave and have been on 23 successful missions in enemy territory. She looks slightly impressed and you get way too eager. You bombard her with a running commentary from hero movies like it was your life. Your delivery was perfect. Unfortunately, your eagerness and desperation were sensed almost immediately by her. Before you had even finished she was done and there was no way you'd be getting any. You go home and stroke your sad, lonely little self.