I used to believe I had no game, well, I don't know how to say how wrong I was apparently. Turns out I'm just retarded with girls unless their hands actually go down my pants and pull me to a dark corner by my junk.

Example.
Me, watching the room for good candid event shots. I eye the cute puerto rican girl across the room. She sees me looking. With me still watching, she, ahem, adjusts her assets, gets up and walks all the way across the room to me, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Me, "No."
Her, "Are you gay.?"
Me, "Haha, I'll take that as a compliment, but no."
. . .
And the conversation ends there. My aloofness can surprise even myself sometimes.