Well, Bill, a lovely young woman and I (when I myself was a lovely young man, so I'm going back a bit) once went on a date in London. It wasn't until we were in a pub in Charing Cross that she regaled me with her vegan beliefs. I remember her lamenting the fact that people who ate sausages, etc, did it without remembering that said sausages came from "poor little pink pigs..."

I didn't have much of an answer, and I must admit that the evening was a little subdued from then on. The fact that we'd accidentally chosen a gay pub didn't exactly help (different times, different times...) Then I noticed that she was wearing some rather lovely red leather shoes. I was daft enough to challenge her about them. Well off she stormed. I don't think I ever saw her again!