You are at the CLUB and, sipping your drnk, you look around and you notice me... I am sitting in a corner of the club all alone, listening good music and minding my business... You stay there staring at me, as if mesmerized, you can't resist my charm and after taking another sip you step forward looking for an approach... I appreciate your compliments but kindly I refuse your company, prefering to stay on my own. I still see you standing there, you can't help but insist... I understand you but I try to dissuade you from continuing to ask me to be able to offer me something... nothing to do, apparently you no longer understand anything... my beauty it completely stunned you... Ok let's do this, I offer you a chance to get my number only if you beat me in an ARMWRESTLING match. You initially seem amused but I'm not joking at all; I want to challenge you and I am willing to give you my phone number and see you again only if you can beat me. You don't know what's going to happen honey... you're about to make your worst mistake of your life... you're about to be laughed at and humiliated in front of the whole club that sees a sweet angel like me DESTROY a big stout man like you. I think something very EMBARRASSING is going to happen here...