While backpacking around New Zealand a few years ago, I took a temporary job working at an agency that helped other backpackers find work, somewhere to stay and things to do. With the constant flow of girls coming in, I thoroughly enjoyed flirting with the pretty ones, and the dirty-looking ones, with the occasional success.
One Friday evening, five minutes before we were due to close, two German girls came in looking for work and, more urgently, somewhere to stay that night. I pointed them in the direction of a local hostel and wished them luck. As they were leaving, the cutest of the two asked where was good to go for a few drinks. I offered to show them round the local nightspots, and we arranged to meet in a nearby pub.