I was sitting alone in the bar of Loews Hotel, Monte Carlo, nursing a glass of champagne, when a man took the stool next to me and said 'You look as lonely as I feel'. We spent the night together but I can't report any heart-warming story as his girl friend came back from Paris the next day - he had forgotten to mention her.
The worst chat up line I was offered was from a slightly drunk , overweight man at a singles' dance. He said very proudly 'I have a 40 year old wife and a 20 year old girlfriend' to which I replied 'What do you want, an OBE?'
My sister used to love my 'put down' lines to objectionable men - she said she could never think of anything quickly enough.
The archetypal Scouse conversation goes:
You dancing?
You asking?
I'm asking.
I'm dancing.