Worst date stories rank pretty high up in terms of quality fodder for conversation, because who doesn’t love a good chuckle, self-deprecating or otherwise?
Valentine’s Day is all about celebrating love, but sometimes, revelling in the antithesis is far more entertaining.
Better yet, he topped it off with some cough syrup before meeting me and was still high from it at dinner.
Needless to say, I excused myself politely after dinner and made a run for it.
Their skin has no valleys to catch the shade, no wrinkles to trace the contours. I feel safe going on my own and Jess plays good music but it’s hardly a contact sport. Thrilling and I look just fabulous in waterproof clothing. Guardian Soulmates have emailed – they’ve got a sale on. Elaine has now been been experimenting with free dating apps such as the dreaded Tinder – which she is assured is not just for sex. Happn ‘for when your paths cross’ (#stalker) and Tastebuds which promises to match your tastes – and seems to be matching hers to 25-year-olds in Wembley.
So we fake it and try not to simper, leer or dribble. Photo Photoshopped and taken four years ago, Fig B.
Youngsters bloom in any lighting; full sun or strip neon.
I couldn’t exactly escape because we were in a moving car, so all I could do was listen.
I said, especially after that terrible date, that I only regarded him as a friend.
Instant rejection or the chance of a second glance.
The possibility of a new relationship based solely on your physical attributes and your ability to ‘take a nice photo’ as my late mother would say.
I politely asked him what he had been up to lately, and he replied that he had been listening to a lot of music — specifically Katy Perry songs.