Whilst usually I look forward to dates in theory (wining, dining, shining) 2009 wasn't too prosperous on the men front. The last guy I was 'seeing' (term used very loosely) :
- Wore a flat cap
- Never bought me drinks... EVER!
- Mooched my drinks
- Mooched my cigs
- Mooched my friends cigs
- Threw a hissy fit because he wasn't allowed to stay the night on my friend's sofa 'because 'it's closer and I won't have to spend £30 on a cab ride home'
- Killed a fly with his bare hands
I don't know why I stuck around for a month. Actually that's a lie :-)
The guy before that threatened to fly back home to Paris and kill himself (via a 4am phone call) if I didn't come over. Why he couldn't do it in England is beyond me.
Tonight should be fun*.
I'll get back to you.
*Fyi, I'll be at Cocoon around 8ish. If by a miracle you're there too and it looks like I need rescuing, be my guest... no excuses as you know what I look like now!