It's 2:30 in the morning, the Nightclub was in full swing. I dance up behind her and, with the smell of Boiled Egg on my breath, sensually whisper. "Hey good lookin', wanna see my beyblade collection?" She is immediately disarmed. There was no possible way for her to anticipate such a sophisticated and well executed pickup line. Speechless, she turns around, Guy Sebastian blaring from the club speakers. "But first, let me show you my Darts skills." That was it, I'd sealed the deal. Any mistake I'd make from here on, out, could easily be reconciled with a quick 2003 Australian Idol reference.

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