Do testimonials work? I know they do, because I owe my marriage to one.
Picture a shy sixteen-year-old trainee nerd, nervously sweating in his brand new “I can’t believe it’s not wool” suit, and desperately trying to catch the eye of the pretty secretary. The stammering young man, of course, is me. The odds were long, and in fact it’s fair to say I didn’t stand a chance.
Not only was this lovely lady three years my senior (a huge obstacle at that age), she was also assistant to the Chief Executive. Just walking up to the office was a gut-wrenching flashback to those visits to the headmaster’s office from only a year or so before.
Somehow I did manage to get a date, but only through the magic of the testimonial.