This actually happened.
We have a charming and attractive 19-year old homeschool graduate who lives nearby. Recently she prepared a Christmas plate of baked goods to deliver to a local gas station/auto repair place, where the employees have always been very helpful. She gassed up her car, then went inside to pay and deliver the cookies. The following conversation occurred with a man at least twenty years her senior who was hanging around the gas station.
"So. Do you like sports?" he asked.
“No,” replied our neighbor.
“Do you hunt?”
“What do you hunt?”
“Bear and deer.”
“Well, I know you can cook," he said, nodding toward the plate of goodies. "Can you get firewood in?”
“Yes, I can get firewood in.”
“Are you married?”
“Good. I’m going to divorce my wife and marry you.”
Our neighbor replied, “I don’t think your wife would like that very much.” Then she left.
Who says romance is dead?