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Lilly - Elevator Pitch

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
Lilly is a natural storyteller.  She is so good that all she needs is a seed remark and she will tell you a story to go with your remark.   Plus, she can tell the story in the time that it takes for an elevator to go from the thirtieth floor to the lobby.  She is so good that I have deleted my story and will, instead, tell you hers.

I meet Lilly in the elevator and just to be ornery, I say to her, "Girl's pick-up line."

Lilly laughs and says, "Guys are so easy.  All I have to do is send them a signal that I am interested and they will run with it.  I was in the gym and there was Mr. Hunk working with a weight machine.  I didn't know him but I wanted to.  So I go over and I stand next to him. 

He sees me watching him and he says, 'Can I help you?'

I answer, 'I want to work on my abs.  Are you a trainer?'

He replies, 'No but I can help you.'

After ten minutes of exercises and me pretending that I am interested in working my abs and he pretending to train my abs, I say to him, 'Is this as physical as we are going to get?"

Score: Lilly - 10, Me - 0.


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