Dale Winton flirted with me once
I was walking to Euston Station after w*rk one evening, and I saw him sitting in a drop-top Jaguar, parked up and talking on the phone. After a quick double-check to see if it was really him, I spotted the number plate (can't remember it now, but it was something like D4LE W), which confirmed it was indeed.

The following day he was there again. I caught his eye and (surprising myself in the process) I said "You were here yesterday!"
"So were you!" he replied, putting his phone down. We spoke for a couple of minutes, I shook his hand... and he held my hand for just a moment too long, asked me if they were *real* tattoos on my arm, and cooed "Ooh, how exciting" when I replied that yes they were.
I made my excuses and left to catch my train, chuckling to myself and texting a couple of people with a "You'll never believe what's just happened to me!" story.

To this day, if his name comes up in conversation he's referred to by my mum as "my boyfriend"
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Fri 21 Sep 2012, 11:28, 2 replies)

Well, you can hardly blame him can you

( Joe Scaramanga with a G-double-O-D vibration, Fri 21 Sep 2012, 11:33, closed)

Hahaha!
Well, he's only human :P
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Fri 21 Sep 2012, 11:35, closed)

Now then, if he knew about your handy skills with a guitar neck
he would have offered you a lift home on the spot....
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Fri 21 Sep 2012, 22:24, closed)