Like OH MY GOD
I did it once, in the folly of youth, and feeling a little bit not fancied......I answered a personal ad that sounded like the guy was sane, fun, and normal

*bitter larf*

We met in pub in Barking. His name was....*shudders*.....Kevin. He was a bicycle courier.......skinny, greasy haired, buck toothed and boring as Fuck.

So boring in fact that when he went for a slash during our 'date' and the seafood vendor happened to enter the pub I actually paid for a tub of jellied eels. My reasoning being that I had to get some sort of justification or at least a memory out of this mind numbingly uncomfortable experience of social torture.

The eels were fucking vile, but at least I know that I don't like them. At least something positive came out of those 3 long long hours of discomfort.

I did let him down gently. I said I'd phone and didn't.

Eels are long. Deal with it.
(bensMum I'm a tart. Why can't you cope with that?, Wed 19 Sep 2007, 18:35, Reply)