My worst first date
It was about two years ago. I was round at my mate's in Surrey for lash-up and his now-wife arrives home later with a friend in tow (tall and brunette - just my type), we chat briefly, bit of smiley-eye and light flirting before I get my train back home to sunny Hammersmith.

Arrange a date with said girl, and it turns out to be the worst experience ever. She turns out to have as an interesting a personality as a goldfish, something which she felt about me as well (as I found out later from mate's now-wife). We went through the motions, boring each other stupid talking about work, life, things we cared about whilst trying to look interested in each other's responses. It was that memorable I can't even remember her name, where she came from, what she did, anything. A painful two hours of drinks around Notting Hill. Neither of us bothered to say 'call me' at the end of the night.

What was your worst first date?
(Calamity wetter than a fish's wet bits - bloody rain on, Mon 6 Aug 2007, 23:21, Reply)