So glad I didn't give him my number...
I'd just moved from a small town to a big city and hardly knew anybody, so I was open to meeting up with friends-of-friends-of-friends, to widen my small circle, and maybe go on some dates. A guy who used to work with a friend got in touch and we met for a quiet afternoon pint. Or at least, that's what I expected.

The guy wore a business suit made of fleece (I've never seen such a thing before or since), had a huge plastic earring in the shape of Africa, and a very intense look.

Over the first (and last) pint, he launched into a rant about how I should join the Green Party, and how my veggie diet was a load of bollocks that really "offended" him. No amount of arguing or attempts to change the subject worked. When I eventually tried to extract myself, he looked deep into my eyes and announced that we were "100% compatable".

I fled.
(IHateSprouts is baking a huge pie shaped like an enormous pie, Thu 17 Oct 2013, 20:36, 4 replies)

Fnarr Fnarr
'Widen my small circle'
(the_icks has the sweet essence of giraffe, Thu 17 Oct 2013, 20:46, closed)

^
Snrk!
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 17 Oct 2013, 21:52, closed)

To be fair
Vegetarianism is pretty offensive.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 6:53, closed)

Only to The Green Party, pig farmers and Jeremy Clarkson
Nobody else gives a toss what I eat.
(IHateSprouts is baking a huge pie shaped like an enormous pie, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 12:39, closed)