How not to nail a date with me in ladyland

Doing that chatty email thing before a first date recently, the man I am about to meet in town for a casual drink sends a list of things I should do in advance to protect myself from him. Show someone my photo, he suggests, tell them when and where you’re meeting me, and what time you’ll be finished.
Wow, I think. What a turn on. And if you feel unsafe when we are actually together, you can always go to the bar and ask for Angela, he adds. Angela? Is he planning a menage-a-trois in the snug of the Frog & Trumpet? Who’s Angela?