"I love your watch! Is that a Rolex?" He asks her.
"Um. No. It's a FOSSIL." She replies.
Not. A. Rolex.
No, I don't want to give you my number.
No, I actually didn't want you to come grind on my booty in the middle of da' club.
No, I don't think you're cool.
Don't pick me up: Stories of How NOT to get the girl.
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