I have never really done "dating", that's quite sad isn't it. Ex was a friend, so it never really happened.
So, last night, I got back in the game.
Started off fine, but then he began saying how we should go back to his when the pub closes, so he can play me his guitar. Cue many elbow nudges from me, nudge nudge, wink wink. Turns out he doesn't have much of a sense of humour (strike one) and insists that he is a great guitar player and would love to play for me. I squirm uncomfortably as I realise he's serious.
A couple of drinks later, I'm wobbling around putting my coat on and everything has a rosy glow - of course I will go back to his to listen to him play the guitar; perhaps I even fancy him a bit more now - what the heck.
However in the taxi on the way there, I start to sober up a bit, and realise I am beginning to regret my decision.
I fully regret my decision soon enough.
He insists I sit on the sofa "come on, get comfy!" while he actually does go and get an acoustic guitar. My heart sinks as he then stands directly in front of me, one leg up on the sofa (affording me a very uncomfortable view).
He begins to play a ropey version of some Oasis song, while I squirm and wish I was at home in my jimmers. He then grabs a song book and throws it to me, still playing, and tells me to "sing along".
Lord, no. I beat a hasty retreat and only felt slightly bad this morning when I thought about how rude I'd been.
Judging by his miffed text message, I think I was in the minority of females who have not been seduced by this piffle.
Anyone else care to share bad date stories?
So, last night, I got back in the game.
Started off fine, but then he began saying how we should go back to his when the pub closes, so he can play me his guitar. Cue many elbow nudges from me, nudge nudge, wink wink. Turns out he doesn't have much of a sense of humour (strike one) and insists that he is a great guitar player and would love to play for me. I squirm uncomfortably as I realise he's serious.
A couple of drinks later, I'm wobbling around putting my coat on and everything has a rosy glow - of course I will go back to his to listen to him play the guitar; perhaps I even fancy him a bit more now - what the heck.
However in the taxi on the way there, I start to sober up a bit, and realise I am beginning to regret my decision.
I fully regret my decision soon enough.
He insists I sit on the sofa "come on, get comfy!" while he actually does go and get an acoustic guitar. My heart sinks as he then stands directly in front of me, one leg up on the sofa (affording me a very uncomfortable view).
He begins to play a ropey version of some Oasis song, while I squirm and wish I was at home in my jimmers. He then grabs a song book and throws it to me, still playing, and tells me to "sing along".
Lord, no. I beat a hasty retreat and only felt slightly bad this morning when I thought about how rude I'd been.
Judging by his miffed text message, I think I was in the minority of females who have not been seduced by this piffle.
Anyone else care to share bad date stories?
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