So, his boyfriend had left the pub and he offered to walk me home. It was a warm summer's evening, and I was charmed.
He walked me home. He followed me up in the lift and into the flat. And then he pounced.
There was a brief, exciting tussle. And then something caught his eye, and he stopped. "Oh my god!" he gasped, "Is that really a script for what I think it is! Wow! I am like the world's biggest fan!"
I got rid of him within minutes. Sadly, I appear to have got good at saying "No" to attractive men. That's three times in a fortnight that roughly the same thing has happened. Virtue's comforting. But just a little dull.