If you are in a laundromat on Friday night talking to a cute girl about martial arts, it is important to cut down on the usage of wow.
If you say “Wow!” more than twice in a row, you are blowing it. But, if you fire off a machine gun of 10+ wows in less than a minute, you can forget about ever getting laid, ever again. At the very least, expect her to try and avoid your presence. The only thing that could be more damaging is saying “thanks” and “thank you” multiple times in parting.
And then, if you stand there staring into the empty drier for an extended period of time after she has left, I start to get nervous…
Anyhow – been there, done that. Tripping over my tongue trying to stay cognizant while talking to the intimidatingly attractive girl in front of me, and then reflecting on what an ass I was after she has left the vicinity.
Now Grasshopper has exited stage left. It is just me, the laptop and the sloshing of the wash cycle set to the ambiance of the 7 eleven across the street. I think I have been into 7 eleven only once in my life… no twice.