There was a young lady at work who was very pretty, but who looked a bit weird.
A young male colleague asked me if he thought he should ask her out. I asked him if he fancied her, he said he did, so I said: "Well, go for it! Ask her out!"
Several years later I met him (we had both changed jobs) and he looked a bit of a mess, unshaven, unkempt and somewhat wild of eye.
He told me that he had taken my advice and started going out with her. His voice started to get a little hysterical and I started to feel a chill down the spine.
"I took your advice and asked her out and we dated. The sex! Oh! The sex! The sex was incredible! Absolutely incredible. Mind blowing! The things she could do to me with her body! I didn't like the violence though, the pain she inflicted on me was not nice.
"But... I don't blame you! In fact, all the pain was worth it for all the fantastic sex! But we split up. I... I... am in therapy, now and I'm starting to get a bit better."
I chatted with him for a couple of minutes and he ambled off.
And that's why I don't offer dating advice, now!