FatSuperman
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- Feb 25, 2016
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Jamie's tale reminds me strongly of a date I went on, which I don't consider to be that much of a disaster, all things considered.
Perhaps a decade and half ago, my mates and I met a group of girls in P&P, Tunbridge Wells. I was involved on the edges of the conversation, as was busy chatting away to a different bunch. Later that evening, we went to Davinci's nightclub and bumped into the group of girls again. I was well on my way, so introduced myself by knocking one of their drinks over whilst standing on their foot. We all ended up having a great laugh, and I shared some romantic moments with a very cute blonde girl. Myself and a friend agreed to meet her and her mate at the marina in a week or two.
Come the fateful day, myself and my mate headed over in his Lotus, met the girls and he drove one up to the Marina, whilst I walked with the other one. We sat down in Cafe Rouge and there begun an excruciatingly awkward double-date, where the one girl (his) was an absolute barrel of laughs and the other girl (sadly my one), was absolutely horrendous. Devoid of all personality and just endlessly complaining about the topic of conversation, whilst offering nothing herself. Eventually the date ended and we were able to say our goodbyes, with as much grace as we could muster (not much). They left and me and my mate went down to the car park talking about how horrendous my half of the date had been. It was then that I found my friend, prick that he is, had parked the Lotus Elise in a disabled space. Obviously there was a clamp on it. Called the bloke and he needed £180 cash - which we didn't have. We had to pay the wanker £20 to drive us to some cash machines, to get the £180.
The next day, the girl sent me a message saying we probably shouldn't see each other again. Which really didn't need saying.
Perhaps a decade and half ago, my mates and I met a group of girls in P&P, Tunbridge Wells. I was involved on the edges of the conversation, as was busy chatting away to a different bunch. Later that evening, we went to Davinci's nightclub and bumped into the group of girls again. I was well on my way, so introduced myself by knocking one of their drinks over whilst standing on their foot. We all ended up having a great laugh, and I shared some romantic moments with a very cute blonde girl. Myself and a friend agreed to meet her and her mate at the marina in a week or two.
Come the fateful day, myself and my mate headed over in his Lotus, met the girls and he drove one up to the Marina, whilst I walked with the other one. We sat down in Cafe Rouge and there begun an excruciatingly awkward double-date, where the one girl (his) was an absolute barrel of laughs and the other girl (sadly my one), was absolutely horrendous. Devoid of all personality and just endlessly complaining about the topic of conversation, whilst offering nothing herself. Eventually the date ended and we were able to say our goodbyes, with as much grace as we could muster (not much). They left and me and my mate went down to the car park talking about how horrendous my half of the date had been. It was then that I found my friend, prick that he is, had parked the Lotus Elise in a disabled space. Obviously there was a clamp on it. Called the bloke and he needed £180 cash - which we didn't have. We had to pay the wanker £20 to drive us to some cash machines, to get the £180.
The next day, the girl sent me a message saying we probably shouldn't see each other again. Which really didn't need saying.
That's hilarious and reminded me of this awkward encounter I had with a very pretty short girl at The Event. Public Enemy were playing a gig which was brilliant and I was well wasted. I was in the middle of the dance floor chatting to this bird who I noticed was using a crutch, just one. I said "what happened to your leg did you break it?" she answered "I've only got one leg" so I bent down for a closer look "oh yeah". I didn't really know what to say after that.
