I try to meet women at Planned Parenthood rallies so I don't have to ask the awkward question of if they're pro-choice or pull a Scott DesJarlais.
I thought you were married...
Every time I take a girl out on a date, I carry a copy of The Fountainhead in my jacket pocket. Once we've sat down to dinner, I open it up and start reading a number of select passages that I've bookmarked and highlighted throughout the years, asking for her thoughts on them. I gauge her reactions while doing this; I'm kind of a psychology expert in this way 
. If she has a negative reaction to it, I start asking questions such as "Do you want to be a part of something greater than yourself?" or "Are you a member of an organized religion?", among various other queries designed to test her individualism. Typically, she struggles with this-- she has a reflexively angry response to my inquisitiveness, though she cannot articulate why it is making her so uncomfortable (a trait common among people with suboptimal IQs). However, if she manages to articulate any sort of meaningful collectivist counterargument, I then wait for the food to arrive and I start picking food from her plate and stuffing it in my mouth. When she complains, I say "See, this is what the world looks like when individual property rights are not honored. It's the law of the jungle. Only the strong survive." This immediately creates cognitive dissonance in her fragile mind; she cannot reconcile her latent Marxist tendencies with the cold reality of what is happening to her. As she sputters and stutters, I wolf down the rest of her food and then get mine in a to-go bag so I can eat it later. I then stand up, say "This is the future the liberals want," and I leave her with the check. It doesn't get me laid, but it's definitely useful as a way to redpill normies and start them on the self-actualizing journey of libertarian capitalism. 
Technocracy Tim could do better than this...
