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Actually I used to like to strike out big.
There was a waitress I once was smitten for or at least wanted to test out her pink bits err I regress. Well I went and got a very nice boquet of roses in a vase I filled out the card with her name and my number in it and then went back to the resturant and made sure I was seated in her area. I sat the flowers on the table and placed my order. She was curious about the flowers and we chatted a bit. I told her they were for a girl I was thinking of asking out but was nervous about how to approach her and so forth. She gave words of encouragement and said how lucky the lady would be and so forth. I finished my coffee and pie and left the money plus the flowers with the card proped up on it.
She called back. I did strike out (oh well). She was engaged.
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