You know what they say: desperate guys call for desperate measures.

"I'm outside the graveyard now with a shovel. Tell me which grave is hers."

Okay, so just imagine this: You've gone out on a few dates with a guy, but you're just not feeling it. Certainly not as much as he's feeling it with you. So, you try dropping a few hints, slowly backing away from the situation. But he seems not to be taking the hint.

Then, one night he texts you with a somewhat unnerving announcement:

"I think we need to have a date tonight! I will be around your house in 30 minutes."

Uh oh. What do you do? Endure another interminable night with a terminably uninteresting guy? Or do you do as 29-year-old British woman Anna Gray did and pretend that you've contracted a terrible disease? Seems like a no-brainer to me:

Sources: The Mirror | h/t Death & Taxes