James was a friend of a friend who I knew fancied me (I'm not being a big-head - he kept telling me). I thought he was alright - not great, but I hadn't met anyone decent for ages so agreed to go out with him. We arranged to go to a comedy night with a group of people - and when he turned up I noticed that he had a) grown an unflattering beard and b) decided to bring a friend with him. A gorgeous friend. A gorgeous, single friend who happened to be a fireman. We met up with the others and he got really drunk and angry because I had been talking to the fireman (just being polite...).Then in the cab back to his friends' house, he announced to us all that he had just been sick into his beard. Sick. Into his BEARD. He spent the rest of the night trying to kiss me. And the rest of the week calling me, asking for a second date. Still, at least it gave me the opportunity to use the line 'what part of "no" don't you understand?', so some good came of it. This happened about 15 years ago so I've put the age he would be now..