Mmmm ... puffy cheetos ...

You know, despite it all - the deathmask and everything - I think she wants him anyway. For his tawny sense of plaid. What woman of flesh and blood wouldn't?

What's that stuff on his nose? Was he sucking up to the boss at work?

You speak as a man who has some experience with this line?

She wears a bun and is drinking a cosmo. They were made for each other.

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I would warm to a line like that:

~ He gets "interested."
I love "interested" people.

~ He's given something to think about, and reply... e.g.,
"What has been an interesting death mask?"

~ I don't want the same old, same mould, same mold ~ I want some dazzle. Some death-
mask dazzle.

~ He's not gonna run out of stuff to say.
Ever.

~ He's perhaps suggested loyalty; to stick it out to the end. He's futuristic; looking
forward; not whining in the past. These are good outlooks.

~ He's hanging in a swinging joint. Natty dresser; using a pomade - you don't see that
kind of style every day. And he's keepin the cheetuh dust out of it.

~ "Your father creeped me off my feet with, 'I bet you're...'"

~ It's not a Truly Bad Opener...like, "Do you think these napkins are sanitary?"

We were just down at the free Jazz night at the Chrysler Musuem. The next table was deserted, and a platter of artichokes, prosicutto, cheeses, etc. yum yum was there. There was a sign on it that there was a government party going on. Guess what most of the people at our table did?