Well, the day of wearing a magic shirt (+1 CHA) has been and gone.

I felt quite powerful and magnetic and was quite charming with everyone I met. I held my workshop and afterwards the head of the community center approached me and offered to extend my residency by 6 months, calling me "a natural teacher" and commenting on how surprised she was that someone with no formal training could do so well.

I never asked the girl out. There was never a good time as we weren't on our own at any point. Still we had a nice little exchange when the topic of art therapy came up.

HER: I took this art therapy course a while back.
ME: Oh... how old are you? I know that you have to be 27 to become an art therapist.
HER (a little shy): I'm 35.
ME: Really? That's crazy! I had you pegged for being in your mid 20s.
HER (Blushes): Thanks.
ME: So I guess that makes me the baby of this group?
HER: Yeah, but also the wisest.