The first story that comes to mind is the time two German guys came through my line at the grocery store. I was all excited, having taken four years of German in high school (yes, close to 20 yr prior) and I proudly said "Ich kann litt Deutsch!" The look they gave me was priceless, and they apparently realized Ich kannot litt Deutsch.
It wasnʻt until after they left that I realized my years of Norwegian in college had invaded my knowledge of German and I had produced a 50/50 hybrid. Then Jeg kann litt Norsk and Ich spreche ein bischen Deutsch had morphed into my new language- Deutsk, or Nortsch. At least that pesky Hawaiian stayed out of the action. Now *that* would have been fun!
Ok, so that horror story was really more about my own issues.
I still donʻt get why you wouldnʻt let him take you out for a date....
**all misspelled words in this post are because I can only really think in two language right now, neither of which are Norwegian or German. And possibly English.