After a cracking second date, with lots of flirting, it was time to say goodnight. I leaned in for a kiss, whereupon he recoiled and told me:
“I never kiss anyone in public.”
I assumed this was polite code for “your breath smells / you’ve got spinach between your teeth / I don’t actually fancy you because you remind me of my Aunt Veronica”, but he went on to say that he’d be happy to kiss me if I invited him back to mine.
Didn’t feel right. I went home alone.