Oh, yeah. That’s what I like.
One of the major reasons I wouldn’t try a come-on like that is that I wouldn’t likely be interested in a woman that it woould work on.
Another is that I’m the shy, quiet type, but that’s pretty much irrelevent.
All that being said, allow me to extend an offer to all Dopers, male, female, or miscellaneous, a coffee date if you’re passing through the area. Or if I’m traveling through yours.
Does that kind of thing ever work?
(If so, I would also like to inquire as to the current doin’ status of pbbth…)
I’m doin’ good baby, how you doin? 
Generally no, that doesn’t work, but with you Max I just can’t help myself!
“Hi… I hope you don’t mind, but I just saw you walking by and couldn’t help but notice how deep you are.”
Well, in that case, next time I am in New York, I will start praising women’s boobs left and right (so to speak) just in case any of them are you.
There is a Mariana’s Trench joke in here somewhere. I’m just too tired to find it.
I don’t need to brag about it. I drink for ME dammit!
It used to work for me. Then again, I’m a quarter Italian and look kinda Joey-ish when my hair is shorter. Also, we used to do it before everyone and his brother did it. When it was more like “Hey! That cute guy from Friends does that! That’s funny!” not “Here’s another idiot who thinks he’s Joey Tribiani”.
Basically it’s just a variation of going up to a girl and saying “hey” or “whats up”.
If she likes you, she’s just waiting for an opportunity to talk to you . No need to make a spectacle of yourself.
I’m thinking business cards, to hand out during unanticipated street encounters.
“Boyo Jim, Lover/Dinner Companion.
Discrete. Satisfaction guaranteed.
Reasonable rates – easy credit.
Barter payment options available.
555-LOVE.”
How would that work?
Sorry, I’ve got to see some references first. 
Good point!
I will add a line “References available upon request.”
I got wolf-whistled by a car full of girls while running across the street this afternoon. I stopped on the other side and gave them a broad and sweeping bow, and they squealed delightedly and honked the horn. Yes, I do have a cute bum and a broad and manly chest.
And it’s “discreet”. “Discrete” means “in separate, easily-identifiable parts”.
Well, maybe he knew the difference between discreet and discrete and picked discrete on purpose.
Loss of marriage.
Loss of love/respect/custody of my children.
Loss of residence.
Loss of half of all I own.
Possible STD/paternity/ Jerry Springer Show subpeona.
“Have you thought about your Life Insurance needs? You know, you never Can have too much coverage…”
I do piece-work.
I think that would work great, except when she went to call you, she would just get Directory Assistance. Disappointing, yes. 
Back to the drawing board, I guess.
Hey, give piece a chance, I always say.
I think this thread is full of people willing to give piece a chance.