My Worst Date
I have horrible memories of a blind date where, desperately grabbing something at the last minute, I wore an enormously long scarf so she'd recognise me. I looked like a twat, it was clear she thought so too, and we stood saying nothing for 15 minutes in a pub before running away.
What's your worst date experience?
( , Fri 22 Oct 2004, 9:59)
I have horrible memories of a blind date where, desperately grabbing something at the last minute, I wore an enormously long scarf so she'd recognise me. I looked like a twat, it was clear she thought so too, and we stood saying nothing for 15 minutes in a pub before running away.
What's your worst date experience?
( , Fri 22 Oct 2004, 9:59)
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Actually now I think of it
there was one date that was much, much worse than the one below. Maybe I had blocked it from my memory. There was a girl that I had loved since I was 11. She was perfect, and yes, I did eventually pluck up the courage to ask her out.
The date started out bad, by running into a twunt of a mate who insisted on criticising my every move. Thankfully, I quickly lost him, and we headed onto our destination... the dark recesses of the local cinema.
And nowt happened. I was 14, and I was scared... what do you expect from me?
Thing is, next time I see the twunt of the mate, he has to tell me how he saw the then love of my life playing mouth hockey at the same fillum I took her to, with another guy, whom he took great pleasure in describing for me.
Of course, I confront her.... she claims it was her brother. An obvious lie, I feel, until I meet the sibling. Matches the twunts descriptions to the T.
Got out. Quick.
( , Fri 22 Oct 2004, 21:59, Reply)
there was one date that was much, much worse than the one below. Maybe I had blocked it from my memory. There was a girl that I had loved since I was 11. She was perfect, and yes, I did eventually pluck up the courage to ask her out.
The date started out bad, by running into a twunt of a mate who insisted on criticising my every move. Thankfully, I quickly lost him, and we headed onto our destination... the dark recesses of the local cinema.
And nowt happened. I was 14, and I was scared... what do you expect from me?
Thing is, next time I see the twunt of the mate, he has to tell me how he saw the then love of my life playing mouth hockey at the same fillum I took her to, with another guy, whom he took great pleasure in describing for me.
Of course, I confront her.... she claims it was her brother. An obvious lie, I feel, until I meet the sibling. Matches the twunts descriptions to the T.
Got out. Quick.
( , Fri 22 Oct 2004, 21:59, Reply)
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