And the winner is...(drum roll, please)...
"Why don't you give me your number so I can show you around the clubs in Ballston?"
Bonus points if the line is dropped in a Safeway checkout line, you just bragged about your "business dealings" in Philly, and the harried object of your affection is just trying to get out of the grocery-shopping-on-a-Sunday craziness alive. (We were out of coffee. And the frozen pizzas were on sale. Curses! I'm such a sucker for frozen pizza sales.)
Consequently, Mr. C has been informed that my wedding band needs a bit more bling. I am getting too old for this kind of thing.
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