Happy Valentine's Day from all at Creative Content! Just for fun, we thought we'd share some of our dating horror stories... enjoy! If you're still looking for your valentine, for today only we're giving away Alison Norrington's "Pulling Power! Pick Up Tips for Guys" and "Pulling Power! Pick Up Tips for Girls" free for Kindle.
I remember meeting an attractive Bulgarian physicist – intelligent, intense, dark good looks - and I was thrilled when he asked me on a date. He was taking me to Lake Arrowhead for the day and he picked me up early. I opened the door to find him standing there in a white shirt, white hotpants, black socks, black patent leather dress shoes ... and a Tyrolean hat. I was very young and very shallow – so I’m afraid I made my excuses...
Then there was the gorgeous Columbian doctor. When I met him (standing in line for theatre tickets), he was out on a ‘date’ with his elderly mother. I thought it was so sweet. But when she came along on our first date, I decided that maybe there shouldn’t be a second date... (Paging Norman Bates... Norman Bates, line 1, please...)
Then there was the Australian lawyer who, halfway through our date, got pulled over by the police and arrested for some outstanding warrant – leaving me stranded in Los Angeles, without transportation, at midnight!
(I know it seems that I only like foreign men – but in the end, I married an all-American boy... Well, an all-Italian-American boy!)
Here are some dating horror stories my male friends have shared with me:
Mr ‘X’ from the UK told me: “Yes, I’ve experienced lots of horrors, but one in particular is a warning to anyone who thinks of settling their nerves with alcohol!
I had secured a hot date in London and we had arranged to meet at Waterloo station. I had visions of a romantic stroll along the South Bank followed by supper in an intimate Soho restaurant. All very tasteful. Feeling slightly nervous though, I'd mixed myself a gin and tonic to drink on the train (disguised as sparkling water). In hindsight, I was a little heavy-handed with the liquor. After an interminable journey, I emerged onto the platform, no longer nervous but rather worse for wear. I eventually located my [unimpressed] date and lunged towards them like a wounded animal. My everlasting memory of the evening is descending the steps of Waterloo station on my bottom and giving verbal abuse to anyone who dared look at me. Sadly, but not surprisingly, I never heard from my hot date again.”
Mr. ‘Y’ from the US told me: “I went out on a first date with someone the Friday before Thanksgiving weekend. Pleasant enough movie date. They called the next day to say they had gone out to buy a turkey and all the trimmings – and were so looking forward to spending our first holiday together as a couple... Doo, doo, doo, doo. Doo, doo, doo, doo....”
We hope you have a lovely day!
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