I'd adored this guy for three years..
.. and when he finally said he'd (Noctu) come visit, I was full of glee! I couldn't wait. He turns up, comes back to my house, and we get on pretty well immediately. Hour or so later, we head to The Gloucester in Brighton with a few friends. Cue much alcohol. MUCH alcohol. He soon realises he needs more money, so me and another mate accompany him to the cash point. Running like loons through the streets, winding in and around the pretty moving cars in the road, leaping like cocaine addicted lambs.

On the way back, he's still skipping about, running in wobbly circles around alarmed people, laughing manically. In one of his dances, he falls toward me with his arms lovingly outspread. Not so bad, you might think.

Being drunk and automatically defensive, I shoved him away, thinking he was going to knock me flying.

He flies up into the air with a shriek, spins and twists in an impressively gymnastic manner, and then crunches down like a sack of concrete onto the kerb. Me and my friend laugh at him, assuming him weak. ....We ended up carrying him back to the club, where he proceeded to grimace and down more alcohol at an alarming rate. Find out four days later I'd shattered his ankle. :( Remarkably, 9 months later we're still together. :) Not necessarily my worst date, but not the best planned one. Didn't help that a friend of mine was also blatantly attempting to pull him. Biznitch.

(His brother, bless his heart, has since told one of his friends that I'm a 9 foot tall shebeast who threw Noctu against a wall when I first met him and forced him into dating me. I think the guy still believes it.)

Edit for reply three posts up: Only because I'll break your other ankle if you don't. x And cut off the nookie. However good.
( Pineapplez, Mon 25 Oct 2004, 13:52, Reply)