Aha. Yonder sits one unplucked turtle-dove…
A situation that calls for a carefully calculated display of charm and wit.
Hmm. Need a socko opening that will knock her off her guard and into my life…
How's about “Care for a bottle of bubbly at my pad, baby?”
Say, care for a booble of babble in my bib, cabby?
Probably just as well he muffed that line.