Holiday romances aren't ever really what they're cracked up to be.
Sure, it might seem like a great idea when you're in Benidorm, but when you get back to Blighty and realise that you're from Plymouth and they're from Aberdeen, the problems will begin to set in sooner rather than later.
That kind of attitude means nothing to Gary Guest. He was in Albufeira in Portugal last week when a woman walked into his life that he simply couldn't forget.
The 42-year-old, from Nottingham, said: "It sounds like a soppy love film storyline but all I've thought about is her since I've got back.
"She was strikingly beautiful and I was dumb-struck. I didn't ask for her number but I can't stop thinking about her."
Now, he's taken to the newspapers in search of his mystery woman, contacting local news in Newcastle to track down his love, as she was from that region.
He said: "I was sitting having a drink with four of the boys when this group of ladies walked towards us and sat at a nearby table," he told the Newcastle Chronicle.
"She just stood out and I passed comment to the boys when she walked in, saying she was beautiful," said Gary of his paramour, whom he encountered in Sir Harry's Bar on Saturday, 19 June, at around 11pm.
"The bar waitress came over to our table asking if we wanted another round and I asked her to tell the beautiful lady that I wanted to buy her a drink."
"The waitress came back with the drink and I took it across to her and said 'that is for a beautiful princess'. I was love-struck dumb and didn't say anything else and went to sit back down.
"I kept looking across at her and about five minutes later she came across and said thank you for the drink and gave me a peck on the cheek."
The rapport was instant.
Gary added: "We asked her where she was from and she said the North East, I said 'you can be my Vicky Pattison' and she said 'I CAN be your Vicky Pattison'. We asked her name and she said it was Marie before she sat back down.
"About 10 minutes later the women got up from their table and left and I got up and kissed her on the cheek. She walked out and, like a fool, I let her go."
When Gary got home to Nottingham, he decided that he couldn't just leave the romance in Portugal.
"I've been thinking of nothing else since I got back," said the train engineer. "I most certainly want to take her out on a date but I need to find her.
"I never got her last name or number, my stupidity for being love-struck dumb, she was beautiful. I understand there are hundreds of Maries in the North East and obviously can't search Facebook.
"But putting it in the Chronicle is my last hope to take her out on a date. If this pays off then that would be great."
Well, Gary, it's not just in the Newcastle Chronicle now. It's going global. If your name is Marie, you're from the North East and you fancy a date with a 42-year-old engineer from Nottingham, then get in touch.