I'm going back almost 50 years for his one and it can still make me blush when I think about it.
I was out in a pub with my gentleman caller(GC) of the time.
I became aware that I was being studied in an appreciative manner by a handsome hunk(HH) across the lounge bar.
Some eyelash fluttering went on coupled with a friendly smile.
I go to the loo, sometime later, and on the way back am intercepted by HH.
We exchange pleasantries but I explain that I am spoken for so am unable to meet up for a drink anytime soon.
HH seems a nice enough chap and the evening ends when I leave with GC.
Fast forward several weeks and GC has now dumped me for someone else.
I am heartbroken.
A friend is out having a drink in the pub where I'd been.
She bumps into HH and he asks about me.
She tells him I'm now footloose and fancy free and he asks her to pass on his number as he'd like to meet up with me.
So, I make the call and arrange to meet him outside said pub at 7pm on Friday.
7pm Friday arrives and I'm standing waiting and it dawns on me that I can't really remember what he looks like, other than, handsome, hunky and blonde.
Enter, stage left, one handsome, hunky blonde chap, accompanied by 2 other chaps.
Bold as brass, I walk up to hunky blonde, slip my arm through his and say something about it being rude to keep a lady waiting.
Hunky blonde looks terrified.
His pals are in hysterics.
Hunky blonde is telling me I've got him mixed up with someone else and he has never seen me before in his life.
I think he's just being a bit blokey and take no notice and continue to try and drag him into the pub.
Then, round the corner walks the real HH, who I recognise immediately.
I drop unwilling paramour(UP) like a hot potato and apologise profusely.
He scuttled off like he'd just escaped a fate worse than death.
HH and I frequented that pub for many years so I was often reminded of my mistake when UP came in.
He always sat well away from me.