“You’re weird.” Then she gives you a look, wondering if you’re serious or not. Three hours later you’re fucking her on your bed. On her way out, she notices a picture of you handing a clay pot to the mayor of some small Eastern European town, a piece you sold him years ago. You call her a few days later and she agrees to go out with you, and you get laid with her again. Logic dictates that you should directly state an accomplishment to a girl in hopes of bedding her