KEK. Oldanon remembers the days on the prowl. Would see one guy at a table with 2 beauties. Would sit down, look at the guy, and say (loud enough for the 2 beauties to hear) something like: Hey, watcha doing with 2, don't you know 1 is more than any man can handle. I'll give you a hand.
Worked most times. The best one was in a piano bar. The guy turned out to be the Treasure of the Hell's Angles in the area. What a night. The worst one, in a full dance bar. A guy sitting in a booth with a beauty on his side and another sitting on the other side.
Plopped my ass down on the side with the other beauty. Threw out my spiel (it wasn't the same, changed every time). Turned out the beauty I was sitting beside was the guys wife and the one on his arm was his girlfriend. Thing's got touchy, anon had to wing it.
WTF says I. These 2 women are a team. After the wife told me she was his wife I said to the guy, hey, it's okay. That was the wrong thing for me to say. He got hot, ordered me to leave. All oldanon could say back then was: don't make me stay. Looked him in the eye, he didn't say anything, got up and left.