pearoast nutjob
she looked pretty, she came across bubbly. We agreed to meetup for some drinks.

I put on a nice shirt, jeans, shoes.

I arrived at the bar (actually a hotel) and waited with a beer.

Then she arrived, dolled up to the max. 6" stilettos, shiny pink mini dress, Brunette hair done to the max. She was stunning, but in a trashy Jordan kinda way.

She looked alot like a hooker.

We chatted, I drank, she drank more ( i noticed drinks seemed to evaporate in front of her).

She then decided to tell me all of her history (bear in mind this was more of a meetup and see what you think of each other rather than a date)

Lord help me her history.

She told me she was a stripper in Manchester (half my brain at this point went into celebration mode, the other went into a mild panic. Not GF material, but a hell of a shag on the cards?), and that she used to date one of Head of one of the largest gangs in Liverpool. Alarm bells are starting to ring here.

I had just finished telling her a charming quip about how my car isnt fast, but its a nice runner. But, in return, and quite off topic I was now proceeding to get smashed in the face with facts about her history.. and not nice facts. Bang one after another!

My mind wandered about how out of the norm it was to divulge such secrets to what i was - a complete stranger - a stranger you are looking to date. He has bought you one drink, you have known each other for 90 mins.

"...and then I tried to commit suicide" she said, as i connected back into the converstation again.

"What? wow", I tried to act sympathetic, but I knew I could bolt.. if I wanted to. But hey, Id had a few pints and I couldnt be @rsed, plus I hadnt had s3x in ages, and well, I felt lucky.

"yeah I tried to commit suicide, when my sister found me..just in time apparantly,. but dont worry, this is all well behind me" she laughed - nervously.

"really?" I asked. Well done, "when did this all happen?" I asked, wondering if it was suitable to change the subject yet.

"2 months ago"

*Alarm bells intensify the ringing*

I made my excuses and finished off my beer. She gulped her Double vodka.

"Ok, well, erm, I better get a cab, nice meeting you" I was nearly home and dry, it was an interesting night, not one I want to revisit, I felt kind of embarrassed. What a odd one.

"Lets share a cab" she proclaimed, "you can meet my friends!"

oh dear - I thought. I knew we would find it hard to get a cab from where we were. She knew I lived just beyond were she was going. I couldnt get out of it.

My cab turned up. She just got in, without me agreeing.

She held my hand.

I noticed the stench of cheap perfume. she continued to off load her history, then laugh at how silly it all was. It wasnt. It was scary.

We arrived in Birkenhead - she grabbed my hand, paid the taxi man and proceeded to push me into one of the chavvy bars. Chavvy isnt the word. Where everyone is wearing Lacoste, and rockport shoes, heavily gelled hair, with bottles of VK orange in both hands. Happy hard core bellowed out from all directions.

I got a becks and made it to the edge of the dance floor. The girl found me and proceeded to snog my face off. Wow. This is now becoming difficult. She likes me, and Im scared of her. I am now involved with a nutjob. Who, Im scared might still be suicidal, whom me saying fuck off to, might send her back into Suicidal oblivion.

I just wanted to leave, but every time, I tried, she would grab my arm and introduce me to one of her Scally mates. eventually I convinced her I was in work the next day, and left. Exhausted.


I then copied the text from another unsucessful girl I had met a few days before, talking about "not right for me, you were really nice good luck" sent it to her and deleted her from my phone.

Nut job.
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Tue 22 Oct 2013, 0:04, 4 replies)

You only bought her one drink?
*Coughcheapskatecough*
Also: TERRIBLE BULLYING OF THE BARONESS! Isn't it bad enough for the poor woman that not only is she a stripper, she's a stripper that went out with Chompy?
( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Tue 22 Oct 2013, 0:17, closed)

80% of what you've objected to here is just her having a different lifestyle to you.
As for the history, the suicide attempt - sure this is worrying, but she was just opening up to you, some people overshare when they are nervous. Nobody wants to be in a relationship with someone who's emotionally unstable, but honesty trumps that straight away - if you can share and communicate then you've got something more important.

So, if you'd been honest and told her at the outset that you have an irrational repulsion to the working classes and people with mental health problems, that might've gone down better.
( Zuowan, Tue 22 Oct 2013, 4:02, closed)

You are Spimf AICMFP

(The Magic Number is neither magic nor a number, Tue 22 Oct 2013, 11:12, closed)

Bravo
I know someone a lot like that and yes, she also looks like a hooker. Didn't speak to her, oh no could only mock. Went past this outdoor Green event and she was there with some mates, looking all medieval with with bow and arrow. I looked like a CIA operative, spotted her sat down and slowly walked in closer and closer till I was a few metres away. She looked up and span around (on her butt) 90 degrees with surprise. Hilarious, she hated me for it. I get the feeling any date would have been a lot like yours.
For revenge she stalked me quite badly, and whenever I tried to express friendship due to thinking perhaps I was cruel she fought me.
(luckylife , 0 guests and 3 bots are online, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 21:11, closed)