So far they are

You see Kristen Bell at a table by herself in a low-cut yellow top and some black pants and decide to move in on her for awhile, considering she has been dancing and laughing with friends all night but is solo right now, and when she at least gives you the time of day, you are encouraged by the results.

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea John," she tells you after you have introduced yourself to her, "since I've been married, I'm not the partying type. But tonight I just kind of felt like cutting loose."

"That's certainly understandable Kristen," you tell her, your wheels in your brain already turning as you think about how to get her to go home with you tonight, "I was just hoping maybe you'd like to cut loose with me for a little while?"

As you found yourself wondering whether that sounded as direct as you think it did (and you hope it didn't), Kristen gets up and walks away briefly, with you thinking that you had offended her, she returns and sits down next to you again, saying she had to make a few calls.

"If you're going to hang out with me all night, I might as well give you the star treatment John," she tells you, before grabbing your arm and leading you toward the door.

"This party's starting to be a little lame," she whispers to you, "let's see if we can make our own fun for the evening."