Dates Gone WrongEver 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.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 4 Sep 2014, 13:13)
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It was all going so well...It was a cousin's wedding in a Chateau in Strasbourg. After the banquet I somehow peeled off with a lovely lady guest, and we walked and chatted gaily throughout the castle grounds - I even managed to ride one of the wild ponies that were wandering about, which well impressed her in a Hugh Grant way. When we kissed in the moonlight, it felt magical.
Later, as we approached our hotel, we were walking hand-in-hand through the medieval cobbled streets of the old town, heady with romance and anticipation, and I trod in the biggest, runniest, dog shit imaginable. I subtly tried to scrape it off by doing humourous Frankenstein/Hunchback of Notre Dame impressions, but this only created the impression that I was a twat, who smelled of dogshit.
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fred zeppelin II: Electric Boogaloo, Thu 4 Sep 2014, 18:44,
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All very well for you to laugh,but I really thought we had something there.
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fred zeppelin II: Electric Boogaloo, Thu 4 Sep 2014, 19:36,
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