Thought this subject may be worth a few posts.
A good few years ago I was on my own and thought I'd put one of those adds in a local paper in wanted SWF (single white female)
I had a reply and arranged to meet the lady in a pub not far from where I lived in Cornwall.
I got to the pub early and it was full of tourists having an evening out. I waited for a while and then the pub fell silent, except for a voice from one of the tables that said OMG.
I turned around (I was standing at the bar) and the lady I was waiting for stood there. She had on (almost) a black leather skirt, more like a wide belt than a skirt. Her top was at least 3 sizes to small and how the hell the buttons held in her more than ample figure god alone knows. She had on fishnet tight (I assume) that may have been knocked up by a guy mending nets in Falmouth harbour.
She was quite drunk and fell over one of the bar stools on her way over to me. She said on the phone she was blond and 49, but looked more like 60+ and the roots were really showing through.
I felt like a rabbit caught in some headlights and felt a panic sweep over me.
I asked if she wanted a drink and she ordered a pint of cider with a brandy in it.
I ordered a brandy without the cider.
It took me an hour before I mad an excuse and left and in that time she fell off the stool twice.
I never dated again and can still feel the hair on my neck stand up when I think abaout it.