Now I am stopping to think about this man I am wondering why on earth I ever agreed to meet him. He'd sent me a few sexist jokes by way of an introduction and in fact my nickname for him became Sexist Joke Bloke. Nice enough on the phone, he managed to persuade me to meet him and his initial assignation destination was going to be The Happy Eater along the motorway. (mainly because he lived in Southend and with me in Kent, this place was the natural halfway point). Having told him I always paid for myself the first time I went out with someone, I was surprised that he chose such a downmarket place and in the end, after the sort of dialogue you can imagine, we settled on a motorway pub alongside THE.
My first sight of him was when he banged on my car window, as I was putting some lipstick on. As I got out of the car his opening words were 'oh yes, you are short'. Once sitting inside the pub he reminded me that I'd said I was on a diet. I had already planned on ordering the tuna salad in any case and when his steak and chips arrived he said 'no chip-stealing for you' (I'd not even tried to nick any!). Another gem was when he asked me what my natural hair colour was.
The end of the meal could not come soon enough and when he tried to kiss me as we said goodbye I managed to move my head away in time. To cap it all, on the way home (on the busy busy busy M25) I drove over a brick at a very fast speed (the lanes either side were of course to full for me to move into) and I had to have two tyres replaced.
I sent him a mail suggesting it would be a waste of time for him to contact me and sure enough an hour or so later he was on the phone wondering what I meant as he thought there was a lot of chemistry between us.
Some people just have no self-awareness really.
Have you got any memories of bad dates?
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He sounds an absolute charmer. Actually I feel a bit sorry for him - he plainly is not self aware enough to see where he is going wrong which means he'll end up very lonely. However, that is not your problem; you're better off out of it!
Oh dear!
A la prochaîne!
XOXO Nora & Lola:)
Chemistry...as in whatever experiment we did at school which produced something smelling of rotten eggs....?
Dear FF,
Yes, indeed--a bad date. Sorry for you but as others have so wisely said you're better off without this particular gent.
Unbelievable! SP
and yes, I've had my share of bad dates...Sometimes I wonder what's happened to people as many seem to lack the most rudimentary social skills...
I went out with someone who tried to get me to give him a massage. In his car. In the carpark. Stripped off after having whizzed round to the car book to get the massage oil and a flannel, and laid in full expectation on the front seat of the car. Quite cooled my ardour seeing his manly chest all exposed and his dangly bits lying all akimbo. It was a no-no from there on!!!!!
I haven't had a 'date' for over 33 years, but one memorable one prior to that was with the 'pick' of the Uni rugby team. He took me to the rugby club, I sat with the 'girlfriends', he drank himself blotto and I was then expected to see him home safely.
It was a first and last date. As good looking and fit as he was, I was definitely made for better things! I didn't get the impression that he was usually the one being 'dumped', but I thought I'd get my retaliation in first
Your 'man' sounds like a bit of an oblivious Lulu. French Fancy, you were made for better things too ....
Oh my dearest, how frightful! I think it is such an emotional torture to have a bad date. But well done you for being a good sport!! I once had a date with someone who had very bad table manners! We went to an Italian place where he ordered Linguine with prawns and squids. There I was thinking if he was going to be my soulmate who would share my life and dreams. But when I saw the way he squeezed prawns and squids like a werewolf, I never wanted to see him again. I came out with a relief - thank god he didn't eat me alive!!
Hugs, ASD xxx
How do people get that way I wonder? I find it deeply disturbing that there are people out there going through life never learning anything, who can be that clueless and without any social graces. I've gone on a few internet dates, and the one who made offensive jokes about the French to me (I'm as French as they come) topped the lot. I feel your pain.
Oh you're well shot of that one. You can do so much better.
Just discard him as one of the many frogs you have to kiss (or not in your case) before you find your prince xxx
What a creep! You're well out of there.
You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your handsome prince.....unfortunately !!
Oh my, FF. There's just nothing redeeming to say about someone like that, is there?! I'm sorry to hear about the brick. Do you have caller ID so you can screen Sexist Joke Bloke's calls?
Oh dear - he's as charming as the M25 on a rainy day!
The Happy Eater suggestion made me laugh. You should have made him pay though.
What is it they say about kissing lots of frogs...
have a good Christmas if I don't drop by at the blog before then.
Those moments seem endless at the time, FF, I know what you mean.
Don't be put off by HIM tho' - what a pratt! - there's someone great out there somewhere xxx
Oh, my dear, you deserve so much better than that. And you will get it -- I promise. Meanwhile has it ever twigged on this creep that there may be a good reason why he never-ever-in a million years is going to 'get lucky?'
I am so sorry...I sniggered all the way through that post! That comment about the chips *still sniggering*...does charm like that come naturally or do you think he works at it?
Hopefully the next one will be better (actually, he would really have to go some to be much worse!)
C x
Lovely to see you back here, FF, even with your frightful experience to recount...
He sounds a right twat and I'd have struggled not to poke him in the puss with a fork - but then I'm still a hefty Northern lass and not all golden and slender and petite as you are!
I am in awe of your achievements back in the workplace and what you are managing to do - How brave of you to deal with those clients at the end of their lives - How lovely it must be for them to have an FF to wave 'adieu' to...
Lovely to see you. I hope the twats improve soon, and that you find your niche in Bognor, Berlin or Bogota - If you're making your way through the B's...
Much love xxx
Oh, what a nightmare of a man! I hope you never spoke with him again.
Oh dear FF. as the others say "what a charmer!" I once went on a date with a pyscho- geriatric nurse from Derby. We got on fine on the internet - seemed to share a similar daft sense of humour and I even lent her some of my art books as she was preposing to do and OU course in Modern Art.
She was a large lass and a large temprement and as the evening went on (on our first date) she got more angry looking and even moaned at me for eating slowly. She was wolfing her food down and splashing tomato juice all down her front. then, when I attempted to pay for the meal she called me a show off. She had been drinking before the date and knocking back the vino during it. Needless to say, I didn't encourage any more dating between us.
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