You're like baseball: You make me all nervous and then nothing happens.
I will love you until I forget who you are.
Can I buy you a health potion to get things in motion?
Let's just skip the fight and go right to the make-up sex.
If I ever accidentally invite you on the date, please don't take it personally.
I'm on my way to your house and I feel like it's about time to confess I look nothing like the pictures I sent.
The only thing I'm committed to are my commitment issues.
Thanks for not lying on your online profile.
I can't taste my lips. Could you do it for me?