Worst Date = First Date
My first ever date was with a girl from school called Victoria. I latterly learned that she was on a "bet" with her uber-cool friends to go out with the geekiest kid in the sixth form (that'd be me, folks).

We went to the student union for a drink: I drank coke as I knew we were both under 18. She had vodka and coke. We then went on to a disco (hey, it was the 80s, kids) where she treated me with nothing short of absolute and complete disdain. She smoked (cigarettes - nothing more) and I didn't. In retrospect I seem to have been on absolute best behaviour, for better or worse.

At the end of the night I walked / carried her home in her somewhat inebriated state (I was sober as a judge) and made sure she got in OK. Her Mum thanked me for walking her home (it was about a mile) and making sure she got there OK.

The next Monday the sixth form was in fits of discussion and gossip and she had been told by her Mum to thank me, which she did in front of all of her uber-cool friends, thus taking the yoke of "geekiest-kid-in-school" from me, albeit briefly. Her Mum made a point of trying to get her to go out with me for most of the rest of the sixth form but I left to go to uni.

I sometimes see Victoria when I go home; she's still there, now married with two kids and seems to be happy. Good for her.
(Medical_Male Say aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Wed 13 Jan 2010, 14:41, Reply)