Dating, online dating, me, my life

Date #16…The clearer picture. 

So I’ve woken up this morning sober and can finally tell you the details of date #16. DISCLAIMER…this post features a drunk Tanya and she sure ain’t pretty! 

Let’s start with my date: The Londoner, I went into this knowing he wasn’t my type but if you’ve read my previous post he won me over. I also think I needed to try something different for myself as my usual type has hardly worked out for me! 

Moving on to the date…it started out awkwardly. The bar I wanted to go to was shut so we had to schlep to another one and ended up in the pub I went to with The Horn Dog cue some very embarrassing flashbacks of what happened with him in the bathroom….anyway….once we started drinking it was fine the conversation was flowing, well it was from his mouth! I couldn’t get a word in edgewise! This was a first for me as I’m a chatty bastard but the only way I could get this guy to stop talking was to interrupt him, he didn’t ask me a single question. He just kept waffling on and on at one stage telling me how the lady at the bar was chatting him up (yeah, yeah!) and another about the different types of Jack Daniels ( I DONT CARE!!) so I just kept drinking. This was a massive mistake! I’ve never been drunk on a date before and it only takes half a pint for this to happen but I must have had at least 4. 

I did have an ok time with this guy, even though he went on and on (and on and on) he was funny and charming and we were having fun and I was enjoying ripping the piss out of him for going on and on (and on and on…) anyway it was getting towards the end of the night and this is where it all goes epically pear shaped. We were talking about him getting the train back so I jokingly said he had to leave. Next minute he upped and left. Then came a very embarrassing phone call with him saying that I seriously looked him dead in the eye and told him to go and me taking offence to him up and leaving when we had been bantering all night. 

In my opinion I don’t understand why he took me saying that seriously? We were getting on fine so I wouldn’t have asked him to leave. We were literally winding each other up the whole night so why on earth did he take offence to that particular joke? I don’t think he behaved very gentlemanly at all. I would never have left someone alone, drunk in a notoriously bad town at midnight to make their own way home. When I went out with the Dr and he got wasted I made sure I went to his train station first and saw him home. I do apologise for telling him to leave in a way that he didn’t take correctly but he also was well aware that I was drunk, why he took this joke so badly I will never know. 

Oh well, I can’t dwell on last night. It’s happened and I have to move forward. Drinking on dates clearly is a massive no for me so unless I want to end up alone, pissed and on the night bus home I shall stick to water in the future, lesson learned! 


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