It all came flooding back...
It was the mid nineties and life revolved around a grotty dark low rate nightclub at their indie night (Happy Wednesdays @ The Winter Gardens, Milton Keynes). I would dress in my favourite black denim and a music t-shirt then go to drink as much watered down booze as I could and enjoy the music.

I'd always been a bit shy in approaching girls but was quite outgoing with mates and always enjoyed a night out. This particular night I obviously in high spirits, chatted up a girl, got a snog and went home happy.

I woke with words ringing in my ears that I had to phone before 11am and found a name and number scrawled on a scrap of paper on my desk. Annette. It didn't ring a bell so I cast my mind back and remembered the slender brunette I'd kissed the night before and was only too eager to chuck some clothes on and go and find a payphone. Yes kids, once upon a time we didn't all have mobiles, it would be another 4 years before I got one of those...

Annette answered the phone and was eager to see me again. She lived in Newport Pagnell, about 7 miles from me, but would be visiting her friend that evening who lived less than a mile away. Plans were set and we were to meet that night at her friends house before going out for the evening.

My day was spent flitting between excitement and anguish, unable to concentrate on anything I was home early and sorted out a suitably clean set of clothes, pocket of money and car keys. Then made my way to our rendevouz.

Anxiously I made my way up the garden path to the front door and briefly closed my eyes to remember the gorgeous girl I was meeting, satisfied this was probably the best thing to have happened for months I pressed the doorbell. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears...

The door opened.... There stood a pear shaped ginger girl perhap an inch taller than a hobbit and no better looking. I opened my mouth to say "Hi, is Annette there please?" but before the words could come out she excitedly greeted me and I had one of those TV flashback moments.... a flashback in which I snogged the brunette, went to get another drink lost my bearings, went dancing and ended up snogging a ginger hobbit... called Annette.

To my credit, or perhaps shame, I went through with the date. Took her to a pub she liked and spent too much of the time looking at her and wondering what the hell I was drinking the night before.

EDIT: Annette, very sorry but if you read or hear of this tale at any point then I confess that our short lived "relationship" was based on a case of mistaken identity.
I would perhaps have a touch of guilt or remorse if it were not for the fact that the night I had enough and we split up you then spent the night with my flatmate, something for which he felt sufficiently awkward that you may recall the following morning we jointly arranged a taxi for you and went out to sail a giant 16 man inflatable dingy down the river to Caldecotte Lake then went to the pub.
I can however say that getting wet in the the cold dirty lake was still more enjoyable than getting wet in the short pear shaped ginger.
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 9:46, 5 replies)

Was the second date to a pizza restaurant?

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 10:15, closed)

He'd better not have paid. SO HELP ME IF HE PAID.

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 10:39, closed)

I find your comment disturbingly accurate
And am left wondering about your secret offline identity....

For those onlookers I will confess that yes, follow up dates did occur, largely influenced by the horizontal "entertainment" derived on the first date.
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 12:00, closed)

Did any of the 'entertainment' happen in the master bedroom of her flat, or the spare room?

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 14:02, closed)

1st night was my flat, 2nd was her sisters flat.

Go on then, spill the beans as to what you think you know...
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Mon 21 Oct 2013, 14:09, closed)

Did you take the hobbit to Isengard.?
Nudge Nudge
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Fri 18 Oct 2013, 10:51, closed)

Did she let you slip the One Ring on your finger?

( .Yeti., Fri 18 Oct 2013, 11:02, closed)