OK. So I'm waiting for the bus in Wrigleyville last night, and I see a two set sitting in the bar behind me, an open air restaurant, and they're both facing out, so you can literally walk right up to them and be face to face, like a drive through window. 3 drunk guys are outside trying to get their numbers and meet up with them later, the girls are blatantly laughing at their slurred words. The AFCs kiss their hands, use terrible lines, and eventually leave.
I walk up 3 seconds later, talking to my favorite wing, my cell phone, and use my new favorite line: "I'd like to apologize on behalf of my gender." This gets an honest laugh every time. Wait for an AFC to crash and burn, give the girl 3 seconds to roll her eyes, and then approach with this line. It is gold. Then turn and walk away while talking to your cell phone. Pretend the person on the other line is the friend that got called by the Maury Povich show. Now walk back and say to your cell, while looking at the girls, "I think you're crazy, but do you want another opinion?....Ok, I'll try it out on someone, let me call you back." Now put your cell phone away and ask them for the "female perspective." This worked great. You've already established some comfort and rapport by agreeing with her that the AFCs were creepy, and established an insinuated higher value. I then ran the 5 question game and successfully number closed. My favorite excerpt from the conversation is as follows:

HB8: Are you an actor? You're very animated.
Me: I'm gonna give you the benefit of a doubt and assume that you mean that in a favorable vein.
HB8: (laughs) You're funny.
Me: Oh I know.
HB8: So what do you do?
Me: I'm a professional hopscotch player.
HB8: Oh really?
Me: Yeah. The hours are long and you have to deal with swollen ankles. But I can draw a perfect chalk rectangle on the sidewalk. Fringe benefits.
HB8: (laughs) What's your name?
Me: My parents went with Chris.
HB8: My ex-boyfriends name is Chris.
Me: Oh boy, I see a pattern forming....