The Little Blue Pill
I've had my fair share of internet dates, some good some bad but I will continue.

This is the story of David and my only blind date. My friend, since discovered as dyslexic, said we would get on as at 45 he is young acting, really interesting stories from his travels and had a laugh like mine. Alas no photo but he was ok.

We met at The British Museum and my heart sunk when he held up the paper I'd asked him to bring. In reality, he was 54, wore slip-on shoes and at a couple of years younger than my parents this wasnt a situation I was comfortable with.

I thought I may as well go ahead with the date as there were a few exhibitions I'd wanted to see so we had a coffee then went downstairs to begin.

It started well and I was enjoying his stories of travelling, we were building a rapport and I thought it wasn't too bad a date even if it wouldn't go anywhere.

I was concerned about the white bits that built up around his mouth and the eye watering habit that meant he kept dabbing with his hankie but then I noticed he was getting frisky.

Frisky in that he was pressing himself up against me. So began a game of dodge his hands around Africa, keep at least a plinth between us when we get to Japan and dont bend to read the small writing when we get to Greece.

All was revealed when he said in a breathless voice "I took the opportunity to take this little blue pill so we can have some fun later".

Strangely I didnt run then, parents brought me up to be polite. I said goodbye to him at the bus stop (the wrong one which took me ages to get off), dodged his goodbye kiss and then ignored all his calls. I have also disowned said friend who had a laughing fit when I told him the story.
(Brumdee, Fri 14 Sep 2007, 23:33, Reply)