Yesterday,I received a copy of Julie Klausner‘s new dating memoir, “I Don’t Care About Your Band: What I Learned from Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Felons, Faux-Sensitive Hipsters, and Other Guys I’ve Dated” in the mail from Amazon. Actually, I received two copies of Klausner’s book—-I seem to have made a horrible misstep in the check-out process—-and I’d rather send the extra over to one of you than back to the warehouse. Here’s how to win it:

Give me the worst, most vile, funniest, most ridiculous, saddest, most pathetic pick-up line you’ve ever heard. Give me some context to convince me it’s real. Bonus points if the line actually worked.

Here’s some inspiration: I’ve just started digging into “I Don’t Care About Your Band,” and Klausner has already dropped a pick-up line that falls squarely into the “vile” category:

I haven’t even included the story about the guy I met at a Korean barbecue restaurant who said, after I remarked on the grill built into the table, that the place was perfect for a blind date, because, “if you don’t like your date’s face, you can just mash it into the grill.”

So, file your pick-up line in the comments, or send it over by e-mail here. (If you leave it in a comment, please use a valid e-mail address so I know where to find you). I’ll pick a winner and send out the book early next week.