As someone who has known you longer than you’ve been going on dates . . . I feel it would be remiss of me not to point out that there is a glaring omission in your Top 5 list. Do I need to remind you of the blind date you went on with that notorious lothario the Rt Hon Lord Michael Gove of Torry ?
I used to rent the flat above that Prime Time Video! It was a great location though we were so broke we couldn’t really enjoy it. Worst date was internet’s very early days, where I met someone in a chat room having been bribed by extra dial up minutes from my provider. We met at a pub on the Embankment and lies had been told about someone’s appearance. What was supposed to be blond hair in fact issued from one lone spot, had been grown long and then woven into a sort of rat shaped loaf artfully flipped forward onto the scalp. Coupled with a strong odour and other drastic shortcomings, I forced myself to endure an hour then fled.
I met a man outside a bar on a cold winter's night. Looked OK. Inside he rapidly warmed up, emitting a strong and unpleasant wet dog odour. I left. Possibly 5 minutes?
I once sat through the humiliation of my date flirting with the table of girls next to us. And the waitress. Oh and basically every living thing in that restaurant other than me. Should have gone to the loo and then the exit and left him sitting there like a berk. I was furious with myself for letting it happen!
Karma though because when I was about 14 I was invited out on a date by a chap I’d met once. We were to meet in Leicester Square. And guess what? I completely bottled it. At an all girls school, I had no idea how to chat to boys. And so I didn’t turn up. Just kind of pretended it wasn’t happening. Feel guilty to this day.
I once went on a date with a chap who had substantial baggage (children, dogs, slightly mad ex wife) the deal breaker was his white trainer socks worn with black shoes. URGHHHH
As someone who has known you longer than you’ve been going on dates . . . I feel it would be remiss of me not to point out that there is a glaring omission in your Top 5 list. Do I need to remind you of the blind date you went on with that notorious lothario the Rt Hon Lord Michael Gove of Torry ?
You. Did. NOT!!
Gulp.
Ha haaa - I think my mind wanted to blot than one out!!
Nooo, reassure me this is not true? If so, WHAT a lucky escape
I used to rent the flat above that Prime Time Video! It was a great location though we were so broke we couldn’t really enjoy it. Worst date was internet’s very early days, where I met someone in a chat room having been bribed by extra dial up minutes from my provider. We met at a pub on the Embankment and lies had been told about someone’s appearance. What was supposed to be blond hair in fact issued from one lone spot, had been grown long and then woven into a sort of rat shaped loaf artfully flipped forward onto the scalp. Coupled with a strong odour and other drastic shortcomings, I forced myself to endure an hour then fled.
Ha haaa! Though I think misleading pics still a problem on tinternet….
I met a man outside a bar on a cold winter's night. Looked OK. Inside he rapidly warmed up, emitting a strong and unpleasant wet dog odour. I left. Possibly 5 minutes?
Oh my goodness... the paper boiler suits! I'm not laughing at your humiliation, I promise - but I AM laughing.....
Ho ho ho…!!
I once sat through the humiliation of my date flirting with the table of girls next to us. And the waitress. Oh and basically every living thing in that restaurant other than me. Should have gone to the loo and then the exit and left him sitting there like a berk. I was furious with myself for letting it happen!
Karma though because when I was about 14 I was invited out on a date by a chap I’d met once. We were to meet in Leicester Square. And guess what? I completely bottled it. At an all girls school, I had no idea how to chat to boys. And so I didn’t turn up. Just kind of pretended it wasn’t happening. Feel guilty to this day.
Oh, and the guy who arrived and spent the night talking about his 6 kids...
This is brilliant. Gah, the throwbacks. I remember one date, and he wanted (quite quickly) to wear a gimp mask. Goodbye!
Alarming….!!
I once went on a date with a chap who had substantial baggage (children, dogs, slightly mad ex wife) the deal breaker was his white trainer socks worn with black shoes. URGHHHH
Noooooo!