What women hate is some stranger approaching them, out of the blue, in the most obvious and clueless way.

“Hello, female, I see you’re having fun with your friends. You don’t know me, M’Lady, but I wanted to let you know that I think you’re prime mating material, and would like to invite you back to my parent’s basement for Chicken Tendies. We will listen to music you like, until your mating orifice is sufficiently lubricated. Or we can watch Naruto. Rest assured, I am attentive, I watched many videos on foreplay. Shall I summon an Uber?”