Well first I'll meet myself in a bar, walk up to myself and say something like "Hey baby, how's it going"
I'll laugh coquettishly at this (I'm really quite easy when it comes down to it) and then fall into conversation with myself.
Not wishing to rush myself, I'll ask myself out to dinner, nothing too expensive maybe Italian, and try to get myself tipsy, but not drunk that's too predatory. At the end of the evening I'll give myself a peck on the cheek and ask myself out again.
After two or three dates I may invite myself back to my place (making sure the girlfriend is out, possibly at her mother's) and really start the seduction, flowers, chocolate and Barry White or Grover Washington on the CD. I usually fall for that and end up spending the night with myself.
Invariably I turn out to be a snoring pig who just wants to take advantage of me and has no interest in me as a person so I always wake up feeling used and cheap and swaering never to to it ever again.
Baby lotion on right hand. Left index finger up the arse at the key moment to stimulate the prostate.