Okay, so when I was younger I met a lot of people off of the internet because I was promiscuous like that. So I have very low expectations.

This one guy started off doing well because he met me with flowers. BUT they were not for me. He and I, and the flowers, then got on a public transit (heading to his place? Maybe. But no).

We got off at a hospital, and he took me in to visit his dying father. The flowers were for him.

And he introduced me to his father!

And the father's comment was, "I always hoped you would marry someone with red hair."

Let me tell you, there was no sex after that. Okay, I don't actually remember, and knowing me there possibly was. But there certainly wasn't a second date.