Heh heh, I was in a hurry.
Jim S. asked me out on a date. I was the new girl in town, he was the football quarterback, and frankly didn't have a brain in that pretty little head of his. But, it was Saturday and I didn't have anything else to do....
We went to a cruising (typical country thing to do) chatted it up with friends, drank a little beer (ok umm I might have been underage) and had burgers. I knew I was in trouble when I got into the car and was asked to make room for his cooler. Then when I didn't move close enough, he mentioned the door had a bad spring and would open while the car was moving. I put my seatbelt on and said I'd hold on for dear life. (MEN!) Those were bad, but after a night of the most boring conversation about HIM I'd ever had to sit though, he pulled up in front of my house and leaned over for a good night kiss.
His general idea was more than a peck on the cheek, (which I thought was quite generous) so he very seriously looked at me and said: "Dawn, you know, sex is like a candied apple. It's sitting up on the top of the shelf and your mom says, don't touch it, but you just KNOW how good it would be. Go for the apple"
To which I replied: "But Jim, the sad thing about candied apples is that once you make the effort to sneak the thing down, you take a bite out of it and find that instead of a juicy sweet treat, you have an overripe, bruised, sticky mess. It's typically just not worth the effort."
He got his peck on the cheek and I went into the house laughing. Unfortunately for Jim, I couldn't contain myself and mentioned it to a friend, who mentioned it to a friend...well eventually it ended up all over the school. Poor boy had to put up with candy apples in his locker all year, and was given one at graduation.
I on the other hand won a diamond ring

Guess the line had some benefit other than just cracking me up!