Dates Gone Wrong
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)
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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Many moons ago when internet dating took off, I thought I’d give it ago as I was single at the time. I was using a dating website which was cheap to use, and girls could use it for free. Started to exchange messages with a girl and going by her profile picture she looked pretty ok. She was local and decided to meet up for a drink locally, which was handy.
I made sure I got to the agreed bar early, so that I could have a couple of drinks beforehand to boost the Dutch courage and all that. I stood at the bar where she would see me as soon as she walked in. After a while the bar door open and there she was. I recognised her instantly and thought to myself fucking hell, should I just make a quick exit and leave now? The profile picture was true to her top half, however below that she was carrying the biggest arse I have ever seen. I mean it was freakishly big and the legs to go with it. She spotted me, so there was nowhere to run now so I bought her a drink and got chatting.
Turned out to be an alright evening but she just wasn’t my type. I’m shallow like that.
( , Thu 4 Sep 2014, 15:34, 10 replies)
Many moons ago when internet dating took off, I thought I’d give it ago as I was single at the time. I was using a dating website which was cheap to use, and girls could use it for free. Started to exchange messages with a girl and going by her profile picture she looked pretty ok. She was local and decided to meet up for a drink locally, which was handy.
I made sure I got to the agreed bar early, so that I could have a couple of drinks beforehand to boost the Dutch courage and all that. I stood at the bar where she would see me as soon as she walked in. After a while the bar door open and there she was. I recognised her instantly and thought to myself fucking hell, should I just make a quick exit and leave now? The profile picture was true to her top half, however below that she was carrying the biggest arse I have ever seen. I mean it was freakishly big and the legs to go with it. She spotted me, so there was nowhere to run now so I bought her a drink and got chatting.
Turned out to be an alright evening but she just wasn’t my type. I’m shallow like that.
( , Thu 4 Sep 2014, 15:34, 10 replies)
"There was this one girl, well she had
I wouldn't say it was a nice arse, necessarily...
But it was huge!
so there was this tremendous sense of value"
- Bernard Black
( , Thu 4 Sep 2014, 16:34, closed)
Thanks for pointing that out, no-one would have got the reference otherwise.
( , Thu 4 Sep 2014, 16:40, closed)
( , Thu 4 Sep 2014, 16:40, closed)
I have a similar story.
Sadly it ends in "Reader, she dumped me".
( , Thu 4 Sep 2014, 18:58, closed)
Sadly it ends in "Reader, she dumped me".
( , Thu 4 Sep 2014, 18:58, closed)
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