He's just growing up so fast (sniffle sniffle)

After scoping out all the babes, he finally found one. In for the kill he was. He narrowed down his moves, practiced a little, checked out the physique in the bathroom mirror, then knew it was time. Like an eagle focusing on his kill, he swooped in, making conversation and focusing on the goal. Clearly, he was a hit. The girl smiled a lot, and responded to every inquiry the eagle made. By the end of the night, he had a new-found sense of being, knowing that he does have that "killer instinct" necessary to make girls interested in him; he was the man, and he had just discovered it. After buying the girl a drink and continuing their light conversation for a minute longer, he packed it up with a smile, knowing he had just made some girl's night a little more interesting.