Hearing Alison Moyet's "Invisible" on the radio this morning swept me right back to a pretty bad romance I had back in the mid 80's. I got chatting with this chap in a local pub when I was out with a friend, I was currently "off" with my on/off relationship with my boyfriend of a couple of years. For some reason unknown, my friend wasn't keen on him and suggested that we drink in another pub next time we're out, but she caved and of course I saw him again. I found out he was a few years older than me, him being early 30's to my early 20's, he was recently divorced, had twin girls who were about 3 years old, and the ex wife had moved in with another fella, and he was bitter. I listened, I made sympathetic noises, he said nice things to me, bought me drinks and apologised for banging on about his ex. We saw each other a few more times when out and about, ended up snogging in the pub cark park (like you do) We exchanged numbers, and he called me and suggested that perhaps we go on a proper date, I was chuffed and accepted his offer. Date night came and he picked me up from home in his car, he suggested that we have a drink in another village, but soon after getting in the car, he apologised for being a bit grumpy as he'd had an argument on the phone with his ex. To cut a long story short we went on a tour of all of the pubs that him & his ex used to frequent when they were courting, he drove to show me the first flat that him and his ex lived in, then showed me the family home that they lived in before the breakup and having to lodge with a mate! Eventually he apologised again and said I'm not in the best of moods tonight so if you don't mind I'll drop you off home!!!!! I was pretty upset but didn't let on, and when he dropped me off and said "I'll call you" why I didn't say "don't bloody bother" is beyond me. I think it was the next day when he called me and gave me what sounded like a genuine apology and a promise to make it up to me, he said he'd take me out for a lovely meal on Friday evening. I was really looking forward to it. I started getting ready about 5pm in anticipation of being picked up at 7.30....looked the "bees knees" (even if I say so myself) then about 7pm the phone rang, and it was him asking me if I minded awfully if we took a raincheck on this evening?!!!! I had to act all casual and say no, of course that's fine...why I didn't say "Yes I f'ing do, I've been looking forward to this all week and have spend hours getting ready, again is beyond me! A couple of weeks later he called again and asked whether he could pop round, I stupidly said yes, but I had nowt better to do that night. We ended up having a drink and a game of trivial pursuit, he seemed in a better mood, my mum was away on holiday so I had the place to myself yay! I was hoping that the evening would end up "romantically" but sadly, around 10pm he had a bit of a dip in mood, literally stood up and said "Right - Time I hit the road I think"! I said it's ok, you don't have to go but he told me he was "bushed" and needed an early night, and I'll call you!!!!! Don't think he did...but that song always reminds me of him. I have some ****** dates in the past but most of them I can look back at and laugh at...this totally not. All though I never had deep feelings for him, I would still like to do him some damage!
Worst dates anyone?
Worst dates anyone?
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