Dunno about advice - here's what happened to me on a date...
Picture the scene: September 19th (remember this bit - it's relevant), a warm evening in Cambridge.

I was meeting the delectable Wendy, and had driven from my town. I parked (my big green Ford Galaxy) in a multi storey, noted whereabouts it was and wandered off.

We went into a bar and had a couple of drinks (obviously I was mindful of the drink drive limit), chatted and had a laugh. Wendy got up to visit the loo, and I sat there, idly wondering why there were so many people dressed as pirates...then it dawned on me! September 19th is 'Talk like a pirate day'. Happy with myself that I'd solved the mystery of the weird dress code, as Wendy returned to the table I got into full pirate talk flow (yes, I know now)...which served to confuse her greatly.

My pirate speak spluttered to a halt as I feebly tried to explain, but the damage was done. She made a show of telling me she had an early start and off we went to the car park to get our respective cars...

But it wasn't over yet - oh no, I couldn't find 'Shrek' (big, ugly green car), so Wendy helped me look all over - up a level, down a level - no sign of it. She said, "Well, jump in my car and we'll drive around looking..." good plan...as we approached her car, what did I spot, not 10 feet away?

She never called back...
( snee held his breath since, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 10:34, Reply)