For some reason I am imagining getting set up on a blind date where you meet her down at the waterfront. You go there, look around on an empty dock, and as you decide you’ve been set up, something comes surging up out of the water behind you.
 
You catch a glimpse of blue scales and gleaming fangs as it drags you down into the water. You rise to the surface, eyes stinging from the salt, spitting and spluttering, being held close by something big and scaly and much stronger than you. To see the face above grinning into yours and showing her fangs.
 
“Hey, you’re my date? Great! Know any good places to eat, because I am soooo hungry right now!”

The old sea ponies were never like this!