Roger Dodger Page #9

and introducing yourself|to one of these girls.

Yeah, but I always get so nervous.

Why?. There's nothing at stake.

If there was a chance ofyou|actually getting laid...

then you'd have|a reason to be nervous.

Try working someone in a bar|for three hours...

and then you gotta close the deal|right before last call.

That's pressure. Okay?.

You guys can treat this|like it's a warm-up.

You're trying to find your style.|So you get nervous?.

Maybe you're the nervous guy.|Maybe that's your hook.

So go ahead and blush.|Stutter all you want.

Show her|how she makes you feel.

Think of it. You're combining|honesty and flattery.

- That's lethal.|- Yeah, but...

you can't let a girl know|how nervous you are.

You gotta let her know|you're in control, right?.

"In control"?.|Who is this guy?.

You're in high school. You don't|control any-- Look at your face.

Look at what you're eating,|for Christ's sake.

Look at that shirt.

In control.

All right.

Who's the one you guys|are all desperate to talk to?.

Angela.

Definitely.

- Angela.|- Okay. Here's what you could say.

Hi, Angela.|My name is-- What is it?.

- Darren.|- My name is Darren.

Every time I see you in the hall,|I have the urge to talk to you.

So I try to think|of something clever to say...

but I get so nervous...

that nothing comes out.

We don't know each other right now,|but I'd like to maybe...

invite you out for a soda sometime|so that we could talk.

I'd like to see|what we have in common.

But most of all,|I'm curious to find out...

what kind of person|you really are...

because I am tired|of looking at you from a dist--

And so on and so forth.

Take that out for a spin.|See how it works.

Yeah. See her turn around|and walk back to the jock table.

- Yeah.|- If that happens...

you go to sleep|knowing you gave it your best shot.

Remember, she has to|show you something as well.

I'd love it|if Angela showed me something.

- Yeah. Two things.|- Yeah!

I'd lick 'em.

Well, I tried.|Hang in there, Nick.

Wait. You're going?.

Yeah, I gotta get home,|look forwork.

As we speak,|consumers everywhere need reminding...

of just how fat|and unattractive they are.

Nice meeting you, men.

Keep your sense of humor.

In ten years, you won't even remember|what this place looks like. Trust me.

Dude, your uncle is strange.

Yeah, I know.|I guess he is.

Yeah, but he's cool.|You gonna visit him again?.

I don't know.

What?.

What?.

Hey, Nick.

Some guy, I guess|he's your uncle...

he said you had|something to tell me.

He said it would|"blow my mind."

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