I once phoned my GF that I wouldn't come home for dinner since I was going to a poffertjes (small pancakes usually only eaten by little children) restaurant with a guy I met on the Internet and the only thing I knew from him was his login. She just said: "That's cool - what time will you be back?"PrinceOfLeigh said:In all seriousness I don't think I'll be able to come. "honey I'm off to London for a night out with people I met on the Internet" sounds like a flimsy excuse for me running off with the secretary. Not that I would. (..)