my first date was a disaster,
and i'm bloody lucky that mrs. monk hung on in there.
i'd met her while interviewing her for a job she didn't get (because i fancied her, and figured it would be a conflict of interest if i employed her)
i was scheduled to meet her after work for a few drinks and dinner, but had been held up by a friend's photography project i was helping on that day.
my role in said project turned out to involve 'mutilating' and 'raping' a poor young girl in her prom dress. think torn garters, exposed boobs, big knives and lots of ketchup. whilst this was all tremendous fun, it didn't make a particularly good ice-breaker when i arrived an hour late.
we then went for impossibly spicy korean barbecue, and me being in single (and already drunk mode), neglected to pick up the bill, leaving it for poor mrs monk-to-be. for shame. i'm still taunted about this, 3 years later.

but wait! on top of all this, i then had the audacity to take her to a party hosted by my ex.

we're getting married next year.
( the brass moustache putting the ass moust in brache since, Thu 28 Aug 2008, 21:34, Reply)