Hospices.
Hospital burn wards.
Certain UNSECO World Heritage Sites
The bottom of the Marianas trench.
Camp Crystal Lake.
Leper colonies.
Wherever I am at any given moment.
Her wedding
University health clinics
My ex-wife’s house
But they still never got any.
Bars.
Nightclubs.
Parties.
The office.
Four-part choirs and am-dram societies.
…to judge by my experiences, in any case.
(Also FRPG clubs and rugby tours, but I’d pegged that pretty much as a given.)
Coming out of the men’s room as you’re walking in.
It wasn’t even a good place to meet women for 20 minutes in 1960.
Item 3) on a two-item list isn’t even a good place to meet women named Opal anymore.
And I can’t imagine making any new lady friends by burning their dog.