There’s a boy on my daughter’s floor* at her hostel who, when he’s had too much to drink, likes to tell her that she’s got good genes. A rather unorthodox pick up line but I’ll take it as a compliment.
*not literally on her floor, as in recumbent on her carpet, I hasten to add. Although on second thought, considering the levels of inebriation rampant in student life, it’s actually a distinct possibility.