How did you ask her? And a few weeks ago, I went to Block Island with my older cousins to help fix up their grandparents' BI house. While we were there, their grandparents, and their scumbag, no-good uncle was their as well. Let's call him Mark. Now Mark had no job, was like 50+ and still lived with his parents, was fat, filthy, had the mindset of a child and was jobless. Me and my cousins do not get along with Mark. Regardless, BI is a small place, so one night after a long day of work me and my cousins go to a local bar to eat and chill (I'm 16, but I was there to just eat, enjoy bar atmosphere and to give my cousins there late night ride home) After about an hour of relaxing, Mark shows up. He being the cocky boot scum he is, goes up to me and challenges me to a game of pool. And he didn't just challenge me to a game of pool. Imagine the scummiest, grossest way to be challenged to play a game of pool, and thats how I was challenged. He challenged me only to make himself look better, and I say this because I have no doubt in my mind that he wastes his parents money on gambling on pool games, and that he was probably quite good. I decide, what the hell, free game of pool and so what if I lose. We go to play, and after a few turns back and forth, I was obviously outclassed. He had more balls in than I do, and to make it ANY more infuriating, he was getting all his balls in a douchebaggy way. Like calling all of his shots, and playing like his missed shots were on purpose. Then, the holy goddess of luck smiled upon me, and flashed her tits. I made one shot, two shots, 3 shots before missing. The smile on Mark's face dropped. However Mark was still winning, but my sudden come back would have been disconcerting to him, if he knew what it had meant. He misses his next shot. Lo and behold, I make 3 more before missing again. We had tied, and sweat was going down Mark's head. In my mind, I was already a winner for making Mark looking this bad, but I was still going for that win. He calls out his 8 ball pocket, and misses an easy shot. I was fucking skipping around the table at this point, and I went for my shot. Clouds opened up from above my head, and the goddess of luck guided me as my pool stick slid through my fingers and caused a chain reaction that concluded with the 8 ball going in the hole. As I skipped around the table in delight, scummy mark shuffled ashamedly out of the bar. Winning.