In my early twenties, one of my best friends and another guy went out to a bar to look for members of the opposite gender (translation: they'd hit it!). My friend came back and told me the story. His description was hilarious (and pathetic). The other guy was a newly minted natural foods freak.
The story goes, there were a couple of unattached, good looking females they started talking to (translation: hitting), who were sort of interested (translation: receptive to hitting). My friend said he thought it was a done deal, until the other guy used his pick up line:
"You know, I eat seaweed."
Let's just say the moment turned a bit sour after that, the young ladies (hittees) no longer continued to linger at their table.