
Ever gone on a date when "she" turned out to be a male university lecturer in his 50s who tucked his shirt into his Y-fronts? No, me neither. Tell us how it all went shit-faced.
( , Thu 4 Sep 2014, 13:13)
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Don't let anyone ever tell you different.
You are definitely valuable to someone, probably. You really shouldn't think about killing yourselves too often.
( , Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:12, Reply)

It was toward the end of a not-too-bad first date with a friend of a friend and we were making plans for a possible second meetup. The year was around 2004 and my date was a budding screenwriter/shelf stacker with nice eyes, a decent haircut and all his own teeth. Total second date potential right there. He suggested going to the cinema the following week and the conversation went something like this:
HIM: "Fancy the cinema next week, 51st State looks pretty good?"
ME: "They're showing that? I've already seen it"
HIM: *laughing* "Ha, I doubt it, it's only been out in America and doesn't start here till next week"
ME: *not liking being laughed at* "Er, I bloody have seen it. I rented it with a friend last year"
HIM: *smugly* "No you didn't"
ME: *gritted teeth* "Yes. I. Fucking. Did"
HIM: "Yeah? What happens in it?"
ME: "Samuel L Jackson wears a kilt and sells drugs to Meat Loaf in Liverpool or something. I'm hardly going to forget Samuel L Jackson in a fucking kilt am I??"
HIM: *facepalm*
No second date and I still haven't seen 50 First Dates.
( , Thu 11 Sep 2014, 9:33, 21 replies)
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