let's role play: I'm a passibly attractive bar skank, you just bought me my second drink. we've been trading stories about our cats and triggering libtards online, and you're starting to feel a bright ray of hope in your heart that you finally found your soulmate. then I lean forward, exposing my ample bosom for your enjoyment, bat my eyelashes and ask in a husky voice "so...what do you do for a living?"
then you say...