I recently committed a more low-tech error which may be a salutory lesson for others.
Although I'll never re-marry, punting over the last 15 years has given me much more self-confidence with women than I ever used to have. To the extent that I'm now in the early stages of a friendship - nothing more, nothing less - with a personable woman who lives in a nearby town and seems to think - correctly!
- that I'm a personable old chap. Neither of us has any intention of living together, but we meet up for the afternoon perhaps once every five or six weeks, alternating between her visiting me and
vice versa. Afaik, she doesn't know I'm an almost-retired punter.
Whichever of us is visiting picks up a couple of butties in M & S for lunch and our afternoon together - just chilling out; nothing more strenuous
- is rounded off with a meal in a Wetherspoon's or somewhere like that.
Last month, I had a 10-day holiday in the South on my own; the question of holidays together hasn't yet been discussed. When she rang me to wish me a good holiday she said something like "Don't be frugal about what you eat while you're away; you know you can afford better than Wetherspoon's!"
When I asked how the hell she knew that, she told me that I'd used the ATM in Marks & Sparks at the time I bought the sandwiches and left the receipt in the bag the butties had been in!
So, if you're using an ATM before a punt, either don't get a receipt or, if you do, then destroy it before you get home!