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Having a late lunch alone at a popular, trendy new local restaurant by bodyfat % 24%+: You enjoy a nice, delicious lunch by yourself while working on your laptop 20-23%: The cashier is polite. She recognizes you. Portions are slightly larger. She probably just wants to treat the regulars well. Nothin wrong with that! Other than that, uneventful lunch while working on the laptop. 16-19%: The cashier compliments your tattoo. She asks what it means? She is smiling and there is a bit of color in her cheeks. Portion sizes very good. Sit down to have the lunch while working on laptop, you cant help but notice several women glancing at you, tracking your movements. When you look they look away. Could be nothing of course. Once you are settled in and working, though, an uneventful lunch 13-15%: The cashier recognizes you as soon as you enter the restaurant and perks up. She is primping a little. fixing her hair. Youre next in line now. She smiles widely and calls you by your first name, saying she likes your shirt today it looks nice. Your cologne is on full attack and the proximity between you and this blushing latina milf is only a foot beyond the counter. The food is on the house today. She always wants to... reward... loyal customers. You stride towards your usual table and the eyes of most women follow you, which you cant help but notice, even though youre focused on work. A 25 year old art hoe sits at the table right next to yours and sets her own laptop up, facing away from you. She calls her friend and begins chatting LOUDLY to where focusing on work becomes difficult 10-12%: You enter the restaurant and the cashier milf freezes as she sees you, then stumbles over her words as she continues to help the current customer. When it's your turn her cheeks go beet red and she gets the anime eyes. The meal is free of course. It is always free. She offers the heaping portions up to you like a serf to a King, her breath trembling. You smile and thank her. Her world ends. Every woman in the restaurant is just staring at you with shameful, unrestrained heat. You meet their eye contact and they cannot look away. their eyes shimmer. You are, to them, a mirage One faints You sit down and open your laptop. A 25 year old art hoe traipses over and sits at the nearest table to you, and pulls out a tattered copy of Infinite Jest "wowwwwwww... interestingggguhhh" she keeps sayings while twirling her hair and looking up every 5 seconds to gauge your reaction The food is delicious but work is impossible Another pair of gorgeous stacies sits at the table to your left. They talk extremely loud about how there are such few masculine men anymore that have the courage to ask them out