I once joined a singles dating website. For legal reasons, I am not permitted to mention it by name. It starts with an M and rhymes with "Snatch.com." Upon joining, I was asked to create a screenname for myself. I came up with:  ChickenWhisperer. It was a challenge actually meeting someone through this site. I wrote to about five or six... hundred women. I'd  send messages such as "Hi, SexySoCalGirl26, this is ChickenWhisperer. We seem to have a lot in common. I like to have fun and laugh all the time too! Tell me about that dog in your picture, the dog wearing the sunglasses and baseball cap––he looks like a real character!"  
 
Most of the women I wrote to ignored me. But at last, a kind response arrived from BeachVixen78.  
 
She thanked me for writing and said she would love to meet up for a drink sometime. We did, later that week. (I had a lemonade.) Her real name was Trinity.  She was an attractive woman with dark eyes, milky skin, and long brunette hair. She asked how many women I had met through the website. I told her she was my first. She mentioned she met with pretty much every guy who wrote to her. A few nights later, I took her to dinner at a fancy hotel on the beach in Santa Monica. From where we sat, I could see the pier festively lit up. I remarked that the pier looked nice. With a coy smile, Trinity blushed, and responded, "Thank you."  
 
She thought I had said, "Your hair looks nice." For a moment, I considered clarifying my words,"No, no. The pier.” I kept quiet though, allowing the accidental compliment to make me seem smoother than I actually am.