Here is a quick story...
So last night, while at WOW, a friend and I took a seat with a young lady that he knew. As a single young woman, she was asking us for advice on her current love life. And then she turned to my friend, and asked him what his plans were for Valentine's Day. To that, he told her that he had none, other than to, just perhaps, sit at home and do nothing entertaining.
"This will be my first, single Valentine's in three years," she informed us. Though ostensibly cheerful, her words were laced with a well-understood sense of dread.
"Well this will be my first time in [a few years]." my friend replied, as he sucked down his meal.
Then, glowing with a bit of humorous delight, the young lady turned to him, and asked, "Will you be my Valentine?"
My friend looked at her after yet another bite of his food. His facial expression was earnest and sincere. "I dunno, babe," he told her, without so much as the hint of a smile. "I'll have to let you know."
The impasse of silence that followed his words was shattered only when the young lady recovered from her shock. And she quickly let him know that, while she was only kidding with him, and while she never really expected any real Valentine's Day antics from him, she was genuinely offended.
"You ain't nothing special, anyway," she continued to mouth off, and then she followed that up by telling all of her female co-workers at the restaurant.
For the remainder of the evening--that is, for another long hour--my friend had not chose but to sit in quiet regret. Every effort he made to save face was effectively thwarted by the fact that, just minutes before, he opened his mouth and inserted his entire foot.
That was definitely one wrong way to do it.
The moral of this story: well, every man should definitely monitor his words before he commits a degree of verbal suicide from which he cannot easily recover with the opposite sex.