A charity I’ll not name was out in force in Belfast today. Their strategy appeared to consist of employing attractive, flirtatious young ladies as fundraisers.
It may be a good approach.
One in particular made it difficult for me to get away from her. Persistent, yet nicely so, the second time she asked me my name, I told her. I knew straight away that I’d made a tactical error, and it took me a good couple of minutes to extricate myself.
Aside from my total unwillingness to hand over the necessary details for a direct debit on the street, there are two good reasons her efforts were doomed to failure:
- I'm very happily married.
- She was obviously only after my money.