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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Another one. Not my fault, but I was none too pleased.
I had asked out this girl from one of my history classes at university. After our first official date, we dropped by a nearby studenty bar and were able to find a few friends of mine there. We started having a great time, talking about everything under the sun, until we got onto the subject of music and my 'far too obsessed with Chris Morris' idiot chum spurted something about poser music fans getting "the Gay AIDS" because of the very fact they were posers and should die. As it would turn out, one of her best friends was gay and had had an AIDS scare earlier that year. There was a very awkward silence before we just stood up and left.
Unsurprisingly, the second date never happened. Which is a shame, because I liked her a lot. I also didn't speak to the wanker for weeks thereafter.
( , Mon 25 Oct 2004, 22:05, Reply)
I had asked out this girl from one of my history classes at university. After our first official date, we dropped by a nearby studenty bar and were able to find a few friends of mine there. We started having a great time, talking about everything under the sun, until we got onto the subject of music and my 'far too obsessed with Chris Morris' idiot chum spurted something about poser music fans getting "the Gay AIDS" because of the very fact they were posers and should die. As it would turn out, one of her best friends was gay and had had an AIDS scare earlier that year. There was a very awkward silence before we just stood up and left.
Unsurprisingly, the second date never happened. Which is a shame, because I liked her a lot. I also didn't speak to the wanker for weeks thereafter.
( , Mon 25 Oct 2004, 22:05, Reply)
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