There’s this place on Montana in Santa Monica called “Menchies” and I have to say, the hottest women go there.
And that’s where I come into the picture. But don’t worry, I judged them all very favorably. And p.s., why do women in frozen yogurt shops all wear skin-tight yoga pants? It’s totally hot.
I went up to the one guy in the store (he worked there) and asked, “How come there’s so many pretty women in here?” Now this guy was a total stoner type, pretty overweight, with nerd/hip glasses so I knew I wasn’t going to get attacked by my question. He said, “Chicks dig the froyo.”
I asked, “What flavor do the hottest women prefer?”
He didn’t even think about it. “Dulce de leche.”
So I went over to the yogurt machine and said to no one in particular, “Yum, dulce de leche, my favorite.” A women who had just used that machine said, “Me, too.”
I said, “What toppings do you put on it?”
“Blueberries, walnuts, and hot fudge.”
I said, “That sounds terrible. I put crushed kit-kats, mini peanut butter cups, and m&m’s.” I was just making it up as I went along.
“Too much candy. You can’t overpower the yogurt.”
I laughed and said, “Hi, I’m Fletcher.” And I know this is going to sound hard to believe, but we actually ate our yogurts together and I got her phone number and I’m going to call her. Her name is Jennifer and she’s a buyer for a department store.
Honestly, I was just goofing around. I didn’t have some big plan to seduce froyo ladies. It just worked out that way.