Gina Capri
4th July 2009
So, down to the nitty gritty, the dates, good, bad and ooh so ugly….
The very first date kind of spoilt it for the rest, because it was organised by a well meaning individual. So, I was picked up in a Mercedes sports by a very handsome man, taken to Covent Garden to a very trendy and expensive restaurant, (not that I knew it until I got the OMG he took you there? AMAZING). He held my eyes across the table, ordered for me, showered me in compliments then whisked me home, asking to see me again. Perfect. Of course, I later found out he was a ‘player’ was seeing numerous women, but at the time I was not very streetwise, and began to imagine a life of luxury with a handsome man – what luck.
Anyway it ended, I wont go into the details, but I wasn’t phased, and just thought well, bring on the next wealthy, handsome and charming man.
Except, it was a one off!
A string of dates ensued, a journalist, a camera man, a chauffeur, an IT specialist, a kosher shop owner etc etc.
These were some of the most memorable……
One left a message on my answer phone, I had decided I wasn’t interested, because I didn’t like the north London twang, it put me off (still in choosy phase at this point).
However, at the time my sister was there and she listened and said, ‘go on, give him a chance, call him back, he sounds nice’ (she is married, so a little clueless, and I will never listen to her again) – anyway chatted etc, arranged to meet.
We met in a very expensive bar, and he was sitting outside, didn’t get up when I arrived, to cut a long and not very interesting story short, he asked me if I wanted dinner, I agreed, and when it was time to move to the restaurant – I thought his ass was going to carry the chair alone, it was by far the biggest one I have ever seen on a man. It seemed to have a life of its own, and as I trotted behind him (a good foot, cause couldn’t get any nearer), I scanned the restaurant to ensure that I didn’t know anyone. In fairness he was good company and nice, but I absolutely could never, ever ever.
A weirder experience was the date with the life coach. He wanted to take me to the cinema as a first date, which I found odd, but he convinced me by saying we could have a drink first, then discuss the film after.
So he arrived and drove to one of the worst areas imaginable, luckily he had pre booked the film, so off we went for a drink to a local ‘wine bar’. This was full of wino’s but that was the nearest it got to wine bar status, most of the residents had no teeth and looked at us as if we had landed from another planet – I wasn’t impressed. I was less impressed when we got into the film and discovered it was a children’s film, the cinema was full of kids or people who were on day release from the local mental institution.
Two dates had men who were totally inappropriate, one grabbed my hand and put it on his mushroom, saying ‘look how excited you have made me’ – now I wanted to remark on the fact that he didn’t seem all that excited to me, but as I have said it doesn’t do to insult a man’s button, so I just left instead.
The second one I found my self driving, and we returned home from our date, which had been quite pleasant, his hand (now I would say slipped up my skirt), but rammed was more appropriate, I actually thought he was trying to give me a hysterectomy! He only stopped after I threatened to sling him out of the car, he then had the temerity to ask me on a second date! As I valued my womb, I declined.
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