Prepare yourself for one of the MOST mortifying date stories you have ever told.. acknowledgement is the best source of recovery - or so I've heard...

I'll start at the beginning and ease you in.

I met a lovely guy a few weeks ago when I was out with some friends.. very cute, very funny.. good times! He took my number and asked if he could take me out for dinner sometime. First of all I thought - very nice, but he'll never call. How wrong I was  - he called - we arranged dinner, but before dinner even happened he asked me for a drink. I've never met a man who arranges 2 dates before he's even had one.. so I was quite optimistic (romantic fool that I am). The drink went well, although there were a few awkard pauses in conversation - so I was looking forward to the dinner the following weekend.

Dinner went well... then we met up with his friends afterwards.. in all my wisdom I though Jagerbombs would be a good idea.... all I can say in hindsight is... NOT A GOOD IDEA!

His friends moved on to a bar.. and we went back to his.. suffice to say we were enjoying each others company and he attempted to err... further enjoy the company but hadn't quite.. how do you say... brought me around to agree with him.. so I wasn't very.. receptive (I'm not going to be any more explicit than this as I'm mortified - so if you don't understand what I'm getting at please ask a friend with a filthy mind to translate) as this encounter continued to get even more mortifying i thought it appropriate to say 'Just for the record... I'm normally much better at this' - if that's not one of the most embarrassing things ever then the best is yet to come.. in response to my fantastic one liner he said.. 'comedy sex.. it's a bit of a square peg round hole situation'.. I swear I wanted the ground to swallow me up at that point. Awful.

Unsuprisingly there hasn't and never will be a third date..

Never has no wonder I'm single felt truer to me!

NWIS girl x