Strange woman seeks sane man for dating
One date was interesting. Stupidly I agreed to go around to hers for something to eat and drink, not thinking properly evidently. "I'll cook for you" she says.

So, I go, and meet the same face I saw on the photo, except when she walks away from me, and I see her in full profile, I realise that if she ran into the side of my car, it would be similar to the scene from Jurassic Park when the T-Rex flips them over. If my car could get through a tight space in the road, I don't think she could.

So, anyway, I continue on, thinking "Don't be shallow, you're not exactly slim yourself". A night follows eating quite literally, layers of cheese and onion baked in an oven, gagging as I tried to force it down my throat, and listening to said lady sat watching UKTV Food ranting on about what a gimp James Martin the chef is. Every time I tried to engage in conversation, even the simplest "generic compliment on your CD and DVD collection" chats were met by conversations regarding what repeat was airing on UKTV Food at the time. I began to realise why I barely fitted on a three seat sofa with her, inane scary psycho stares and all...

I was there less than two hours. As I left, I looked up at the house thinking "What room was I in?" It didn't take me long to find out, as she was stood in the window staring back at me, Norman Bates style.

You'd have thought the white smoke and rubber laid down by my car would have been indication enough of my lack of interest, maybe the lack of MSN contact... But a month later, my sister recieved a message on her MySpace "Hey, I like your band... I used to date your brother... oops...". The psycho alarm was ringing...

One stern MySpace message back telling her to fuck off, as one date does not constitute "dating" later, and I'm still VERY careful whenever I venture into Moseley.
(plkrtn, Mon 17 Sep 2007, 10:04, Reply)