We went out the other day for a pub lunch. Waitress was very friendly to both my wife and I (married 15 years). Plenty of joking going on between us all, good friendly chatter, it was a good meal. At the end of the meal I went to pay the bill and the waitress, who I should point out was mid-twenties and very attractive, I’m late fourties, balding, glass bottle bottom glasses, bad teeth etc… had a bit of a joke with me, took my money and everything and then handed me a card upon which she’d written her name and mobile number and told me I could call her if I wanted to.
Obviously I crapped myself. That card was two weeks of arguments and despite the fleeting thought of mmmmmmmmm!, I now had to get rid of it, sharpish. Which I managed to do with a subtle sleight of hand flick into the bin outside. Phew!
It’s exciting and very flattering but simply not worth the hassle.