What is your worst dating experience
investigated.” It turned out a man had been stabbed on my doorstep.A gang had been chasing him and he ran up to our house to try and get in but no one had opened the door quick enough.I'd just moved to Manchester, the dodgy end, and I'd also met a lovely German guy.
At first, I wasn’t that put off - until the same thing happened on date number two!
Sure, I’d never heard him play anything, but his guitar was glued to him and that was good enough for me.
That was until we actually went on a date to Gordon’s Wine Bar and in the height of summer, tons of people outside the cosy joint, he burst into perhaps the worst rendition of Arctic Monkeys ‘I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor’ I’ve ever heard. And he kept forgetting the words and looking to me like ‘C’mon you know the words’. I hadn’t seen the guy in years, but we’d had a few dates back then and stayed friends on Facebook.
When a car hits you, your life really does flash before your eyes, and I remember having vague thoughts along the lines of ‘Is this what dying feels like? Luckily, I got up and – aside from some minor-to-moderate pain in my leg – seemed mostly in working order, though slightly shaken up. Iceland did his public service by checking I wasn’t entirely dead, then drove off once I had moved from the road.
Why the hell did I get up and walk instead of, say, going to the nearest A&E department, or just going home and sitting with an ice pack on my by now entirely bruised leg? After hobbling my way to the cinema, I ended up having to pay for both tickets, as my date – despite being much, much posher than me - had apparently drained his entire bank account that week.