Ace of Pentacles

“Whatcha gonna do with all that ass inside them jeans?” is rarely a good chat-up line, but it worked for Harry.
“I’m gonna get you love-drunk, on my hump,” was the response.
A little background first; Harry had been besotted with Tina for weeks. She was cool, intellectual, handsome if not pretty and mixed with the ‘in’ set; more than that, she was perennially single, although not altogether celibate.
It would take a bold man to woo a woman like that, Harry had said to himself on more than one occasion, and one armed with all the weapons of love. He rehearsed little bon mots and acid cultural observations to sway her, but never found a chance to use them. After a while, he resigned himself to chasing some other, more attainable woman, and he succeeded with a perfectly nice girl called Perry.
Perry didn’t last; no more than a couple of months. One night, middling drunk, Harry ended up in a bar, and spoke to the girl next to him; “Whatcha gonna do…” etc. It was Tina; they went home and had eight months together after that.