Don't worry. I've been tricked into watching several romantic comedies, and they always start with such a display of ineptness on the bloke's part, often involving hot beverages as it happens. You just need to do a series of annoying things (flowers in the office post every day, play the guitar outside their bedroom windows) building up to a big certifiable-insane grand gesture at the end. Steal an aeroplane, kidnap them, and fly them to Bologna for some spaghetti perhaps. You'll all be doing the horizontal Riverdance to the sound of Wet Wet Wet as the credits roll.
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