"Nice tits"

You could try something suave, maybe be smooth like sitting at the bench and stretching and letting your arm curl around her - that shit worked, didn't it?

As you get closer you work out the plan hurriedly in your head:

1. You're going to ask her smoothly whether the seat next to her was taken.
2. Suavely strike up a conversation about the weather or some shit.
3. Do the 'Stretch Maneuver' and bada-bing, bada-boom - take this bitch back to your room.

You pause just in front of her, ready to let loose your prepared plan.

"Hey - nice tits." Fuck. That wasn't the plan. You mentally scold yourself. 'NICE FUCKING TITS!?' Who the fuck uses that as their opening line!? What the fuck - you're pretty ashamed now as your masterplan flies out the window.

"Oh? You like them?" answers a sexy accented voice.

You stare down at the sexy blonde as she cups her own breasts and pulls them up to inspect them herself. Damn, she's sexy.

"Yeah - I like them a lot. Figured you should know."

She smiles at the compliment - only mildly weirded out.

"Well, thank you. They came with the rest of me." she jokes.

"Ha! Well in that case, I like the rest of you too."

A small shadow of sadness passes over her face.

"You're just saying that. Nobody really means it." she mutters downward.

"No - really, I don't know you all that well... but you seem pretty awesome to me. I can think of at least 2 awesome reasons in front of me right now." You joke as you gesture at those perfect globes of titflesh on display.

She flashes a grin and leans back into the bench.

"You're not too bad yourself - come, have a seat!"