I was one of those horror internet dates you're all on about
About 6 years ago, I chatted regularly with this aussie bloke from a music forum we used to post on. We seemed to get on very well via email, so we decided to meet up in London while he was backpacking around Europe.
We'd seen a few piccies of each other, so knew what to expect looks-wise.

However, he was totally unprepared for the fact that I'm something of a social retard who is unable to even look at a vaguely nice looking bloke without turning the colour of a baboon's arse.

In a pathetic attempt to get over my crippling shyness, I took to guzzling copious amounts of Jack Daniels and coke(I thought that would make me look cool and worldly. Oh dear.) So much, in fact, that a mere 2 hours after meeting him, as we walked along Camden Lock, I exploded with vomit.
Yes, black sick erupting from what felt like every orifice in my face. It went everywhere.
Oh the shame, the horror.

To this day, I cannot face JD and neither, I suspect, can the poor aussie I splattered with it.
( gypsy turnips, Mon 17 Sep 2007, 14:51, Reply)