The Blind Date

I had a date at the weekend.

What a disaster!!!!

We'd been set up by friends. I'd had a photo of him and he'd had one of me but I was a little sceptical that the picture of him was from the side - not face forward! Lets just say it must have been his 'best side'!!!!

We agreed to meet in a popular bar in Nottingham City Centre and after battling with the doormen because I didn't have any ID with me (I'm 27 for god sake!!!), I finally walked in and ordered a drink. He walked in a few minutes later and I have to say I'm not sure I hid the disappointment well. He wasn't my type at all and although he was a nice enough guy, I knew I didn't and couldn't fancy him.

I bumped into a few friends as we headed to find somewhere to sit and I looked at them longingly as if to say 'take me with you, let me come and have some girlie fun instead' but I chose to be mature and see the evening through.

BIG MISTAKE!

HUGE MISTAKE!

I got trollied - not just a little bit tipsy or merrily drunk - I was more drunk than I have potentially been in years!!!! Totally pie-eyed!

I'm sure I was OK for 90% of the date and we managed to have some decent conversations and even moved onto another bar but from there on is a bit of a blur - I don't remember getting a taxi and the rest of the evening was told by my lovely friend who kindly let me stay at hers - apparently I woke her neighbours by pressing on the intercom and she found me in a heap outside her front door incoherent. I then progressed to tell her that I didn't like my date and that I was drunk - no shit Sherlock!!!!! Then I passed out!

My mate said I must point out that he didn't check to make sure I'd got home OK either? Which goes to show, there are no gentlemen left!!!

I woke the next morning filled with shame and regret and with a very bad hangover....and resolved, of course to never drink again!!!

Needless to say I won't be seeing him again. And maybe I'll stay away from Notts for a few weeks too....just in case!

The quest for Mr Fabulous continues!!!!!