Shortcut to her heart

The last time it occurred to me to utter excessive kindnesses to a woman waiting tables — at least one “Will you marry me?” came up — I was about twenty years younger. (I suspect she was twenty years younger than that, but I can’t be sure.) Nothing came of it, of course. But were I less decrepit and the circumstances otherwise favorable, I can see trying this:

The only bit that comes close, I think, is Tristan Prettyman’s pickup line in “The Rebound”: “I lost my number. Can I have yours?”

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