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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Bad dates have consequences...
I met a really beautiful girl whilst out for a drink with an ex at a jazz bar (she was an ex when these events happened).
Saw her across the room and had all the soppy stuff I'm not going to discuss. Suffice it to say I employed the tactic of talking to her mates. After a while of continued exchanged glances etc. she stood in the middle of the dance floor, look at me and gestured me over.
Obliging (of course) we dance away and she tells me I'm a really good dancer. At the end of the first song I do the 'throw' (where you hold them and they throw the head and shoulders back). Sadly, I hadn't factored in the big metal chair she banged her head on into the equation.
Feeling mortified, even though she was laughing through the tears, I begged her for one more dance. She said yes and we danced really well together, until I span her and got her hair caught in the sleeve buttons on my jacket. It literally took us a few minutes to extricate ourselves and shortly afterwards she took my number and left.
Suffice it to say, she's made my life a living hell for the last year or so and continues to make me pay for that crap first evening by nagging me, dragging me round shops and insisting that I cook for her every now and then.
( , Tue 26 Oct 2004, 20:47, Reply)
I met a really beautiful girl whilst out for a drink with an ex at a jazz bar (she was an ex when these events happened).
Saw her across the room and had all the soppy stuff I'm not going to discuss. Suffice it to say I employed the tactic of talking to her mates. After a while of continued exchanged glances etc. she stood in the middle of the dance floor, look at me and gestured me over.
Obliging (of course) we dance away and she tells me I'm a really good dancer. At the end of the first song I do the 'throw' (where you hold them and they throw the head and shoulders back). Sadly, I hadn't factored in the big metal chair she banged her head on into the equation.
Feeling mortified, even though she was laughing through the tears, I begged her for one more dance. She said yes and we danced really well together, until I span her and got her hair caught in the sleeve buttons on my jacket. It literally took us a few minutes to extricate ourselves and shortly afterwards she took my number and left.
Suffice it to say, she's made my life a living hell for the last year or so and continues to make me pay for that crap first evening by nagging me, dragging me round shops and insisting that I cook for her every now and then.
( , Tue 26 Oct 2004, 20:47, Reply)
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