I had the pants charmed off me in London by a Clare Lad that I met at Victoria station on the way home from work (office job).
We were in the pub watching the train count downs. He locked eyes with me, walked over, sat down next to me, put is hand on my leg and slid his hand under my skirt. (It was all done under the table). So it wasn't a pick up line but a move. He then introduced himself and I found he was Irish and my heart melted.
I later found out he is 9 years younger than me...
He gave me goosebumps and it worked. I need to give him a ring again when I'm back in London.
Any stories from you boys and ladies that you can share?