It is true that I do not*

I was asked out this week. By a woman. She suggested going to Tun, "if that is the kind of venue you like".

Oh dear.

Perhaps I should have bitten my tongue. As I have observed before:

If desperate enough to meet women, one does have to compromise certain principles - to go to bars that one otherwise wouldn't (Obi-Wan, Centro), to attempt activities one is inept at (dancing, polite conversation), to pretend to forswear things that one truly loves ("What?! There's a football match on tonight? I had no idea!").

* A reference that only The Weeble will get.