The village idiot of Las Vegas is given no chance by Jayball.

"Take your forefinger and your thumb and join them at the tip. What does it make?" Riggs is a living legend in Las Vegas - Me? Not so much...but still one must stay positive. "Riggs," I say with scant confidence in my tone, "You never know. It could happen."

The reason for the disagreement is because I told him I could get the J.Lo lookalike at North Las Vegas city hall to go out with me. He said the statement was the most ludicrous thing he had ever heard - "Look," he says again, "Do it for me. Come On! Take the tip of your forefinger and the tip of your thumb and press them together. What does it make?" I try to interrupt and he continues, "What does it make Jethro? It makes a fucking zero! That's how much chance you have with a women like that."

I know he is right, but goddammit there's always that slim chance she might say yes...stranger things have happened. Right? - "Jayball," I say again...this time with even less confidence, "She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I can't get her off my mind. If she would go out with me I would feel like I was the luckiest guy in North Las Vegas. I am going to ask her out and see what happens."

After my declaration he mumbles on about how I am going to look like a fool when she says no and how he tried to save me from the embarrassment, he then adds, one more time - "Seriously Jethro, take the tip of your forefinger and the tip of your thumb and press them together. What does it make? It makes a zero! That's how much chance you have of her going out with you," he then hangs up without saying bye.