Little Black Dress Books - Dating Disasters

I was on a blind date in the middle of June and it was extremely hot so he decided to treat us to an ice cream. I chose chocolate and managed to get some of it in an embarrassing place on my new cream trousers. Not one to be fazed I covered the stain with my cardigan and was pleased to see he hadn't noticed. Later that day we went to a restaurant and as my bottom half was covered by the table cloth I put my cardigan back on properly. Just before dessert, however, I needed to use the loo and forgetting about the stain on my trousers got up to do so. When I came back with the stain on full display he hurriedly made an excuse, paid the bill and left leaving me confused. I didn't realise why he left until I got up to leave myself. He avoided me for the rest of the month and needless to say we didn't go out again.

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I really liked this guy from my gym and after several attempts I finally plucked up the guts to ask him to the movies. When he said ‘yes’ I was thrilled! On the night he came and picked me up on his scooter. I felt great. He took me to the movies. As we walk into the cinema we bumped into a few of his friends... ‘What a coincidence’ were his words. They sat next to us and during the movie he didn't say a word to me but he was talking to his friends all the time. I felt really alone. When the film had ended the time came for him to take me home. But he figured it turned colder and his friends had a car. So he ended up asking his friends to take me home! What a terrible date! We never went out again!

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My worst date (of late) came at the hands of a boy who within minutes of meeting announced himself to be a ‘millionaire’ aged 28. He took me to the Ivy, but spent the entire meal making, (what was no doubt witty and engaging) conversation with his blackberry – loudly and to the very obvious annoyance of our fellow diners. The endless stream of calls continued into the taxi ride home most of which was spent either removing his hand from my thigh or ignoring the obvious amusement of the driver, who actually openly laughed when we pulled up outside my flat and Mr Etiquette offered to see me to my door. Less than a yard away. Urrgh. (Yet) another one to put down to “experience”.

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