I was asked out to dinner by a guy I worked for once to say thanks for some extra work I had done for him. He was 56 I was 21. After he drank his way through the evening in an exclusive very quiet famous London restaurant he loudly retorted that his wife was on medication for an eye operation which completely decreased her sex drive and that I had lovely bones and reminded him of Michelle Pfeiffer (how much had this man drank!).
He then said that he would like to book a room for us and that he had a spare T-shirt I could sleep in. I have never forgotten the fear I felt and how I had to think on my feet v quickly to get out of the situation..
I have a few more weird propositions but this is by far the oddest