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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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Gemma
Amazingly cute girl lived on or around my block. She looked sweet and had an amazing pair of legs which she frequently showed off in ridiculously short skirts.

I bumped into her so often that eventually she started smiling and saying hello. One night she drukenly tried to snog me at the bar of my local pub - somebody pulled me to one side and warned me that she was a prostitute and this pub was her 'patch'.

This put me off any actual dalliances with her, but we would still occasionally chat.

One day I saw her with her face absolutely beaten to a pulp. She looked like something from a horror film. She poured her heart out to me about her boyfriend hating what she did to make money, so he would lock her in the bathroom, come home off his head and beat the living shit out of her.

I gave her my number and told her that if she needed somebody to talk to, I'd be there for her - poor girl.

2 weeks later I got a phone call from her asking if I'd like to go on for a drink with her. I said yes!

I went to the bar, at the time we arranged, and ordered a half - I didn't want to commit to a pint in case there was a no-show. As I was finishing my half which I'd made to last half an hour, I get a call saying she is running late. OK. I buy another half.

Just as I'm finishing this half, she suddenly shows up and asks if I have any cocaine - I said no. She tells me she will be back in half an hour and disappears out of the bar. She comes back in 45 minutes later (and another half later) and promptly asks if she can borrow £50. I give her a fiver! She promptly disappears again. I order one last half, make it last another half an hour, finish it, text her I'm leaving the bar and will be moving on...

I next see her about a year later. Her face has completely healed but is scarred. I ask where she has been. 'Prison - for cocaine', she says. :(

This was about 5 years ago and I haven't seen her since.

I'm not sure what the moral of this story is, but I hope to hell she is OK wherever she is....
(, Wed 10 Sep 2014, 12:29, 8 replies)
Okay. She is obviously a victim of society and this is why we need sharia law.

(, Wed 10 Sep 2014, 13:00, closed)
Yeah and if she'd been FGM'd
No-one would pay to see that horrific mess so no business and thus would she be indirectly saved from the tyranny of wanton western behaviours.

Praise Allan.
(, Wed 10 Sep 2014, 14:13, closed)
I don't know anything about gentically modified crops.

(, Wed 10 Sep 2014, 14:41, closed)
"I didn't want to commit to a pint in case there was a no-show"
The economy desperately needs more go-getting risk takers like you.
(, Wed 10 Sep 2014, 13:02, closed)

Ha! I was V skint at the time ;-)
(, Wed 10 Sep 2014, 13:09, closed)
Had enough to spare her a fiver
which ended up putting her in the slammer.

Evil.
(, Wed 10 Sep 2014, 13:27, closed)
TL/DR - knocked back by cheap hooker after paying

(, Wed 10 Sep 2014, 14:06, closed)
+ drinking halves like some sort of nancy.

(, Wed 10 Sep 2014, 14:15, closed)

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