In
college, I once took a
theater class with a
smart, attractive girl that I had the hots for. It was
Valentine's Day, and for some reason, I had a bag full of Candy Hearts.
I asked her if she wanted one, and she said "No, I don't like them, and I'm really not into the spirit of Valentine's Day."
So I pulled from the bag a factory defect, and said "Ok, well how about a shriveled-up, defective, broken heart, then?"
She smiled, and ate the heart. I never got her to be my girlfriend. I still miss her.