I adore being able to pinpoint the exact moment at which a guy realises his pick-up line is utter pants.
Case in point: my friend Kate and I were having a quiet drink at one of our locals (which is, for the point of the story, across the road from a hospital), when a young gent tried to get Kate's attention.
"Excuse me," he said. "Are you a nurse?"
A mediocre start, which could really go either way. He didn't look like he had a zinger in the wings, though.
"A nurse?" replied Kate. "No. I'm not a nurse. Why do you ask?".
The guy shuffles a bit, but soldiers on.
"Because… your shoes… look… really… um… comfortable?".
See that italic type there? That represents the exact moment that the poor guy's testicles shrank up into his chest. Right before he finished his sentence, he knew he was toast.
Gentlemen, a tip: There are thousands, nay, tens of thousands of ways to start a conversation with a girl you wouldn't mind rubbing naked against. All of them are better than telling her that her shoes look comfortable.
You want me to tell you your penis is 'cute'?
No, you don't.