Had to get this out in the open.
a few years ago, I started developing a relationship with a lady I worked with. We had only ever talked on the phone, as she was in a different office, so decided to meet up for a date.

Central london was the venue. See a few museums, visit a nice restaurant, and impress her with my cultured persona.

All went fine, before heading up to Kings Cross to to see her on to a train home. Due to train delays, there was a half hour wait, so I suggested we head to a bar for a swifty.

Walk into the first bar we find at Kings X, and I head to get the drinks. While Im stood at the bar, I turn round and see my date transfixed by something at the other end of the pub.

Its a live sex show, with two ladies getting over familiar on stage. The shame. The embarresment. Worked out fine though, as it turned out she was more of a pervert than I was.

Also. First ever date. Went to pizza hut. My date got a huge chunk of tomato wedged into the braces on her top deck of teeth, where it remained for the entire duration of the date. Put me right of snogging her, and she must have felt severely embarresed when she got home and looked in the mirror.
( Dr Nick Riviera, Mon 25 Oct 2004, 10:27, Reply)