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My First Date Disaster

Posted on 14. Dec, 2009 by Andrea in Lifestyle, Relationships and Dating

I’d known Derek for a long time, we were good friends. It hadn’t really occurred to me to fancy him, but when we both found ourselves single at the same time and he invited me round to his flat for dinner one Saturday evening, I realised that I actually found him rather attractive.

Deciding what to wear for a first date is a decision not to be taken lightly.
I took two hours to get ready, washing my very long, very thick hair and having multiple clothes crises that emptied the not inconsiderable contents of my wardrobe amidst cries of having nothing to wear.
By the time I was ready I was horrendously late so I bribed my flatmate Simon to give me a lift on his bike.

Derek’s apartment was above a row of shops in Levenshulme and you had to park around the back and walk up the fire escape to the door. It was pitch dark as I began to climb the steps to Derek’s door, removing the bike helmet as I went – crash helmets may be essential safety items but they’re never going to qualify as fashion accessories.

I rang the doorbell and as I waited for Derek to open the door I got a sudden, strong whiff of something very unpleasant. Wondering if I’d stepped in dog dirt I peered through the dark at the sole of my shoe and took my hand out of the helmet I was carrying intending to hold the shoe up to the chink of light coming from the glass in the door. But before I could pick up the shoe, I realised there was something warm and slimy all over my hand and with a sense of foreboding, I raised it to my nose just as Derek opened the door and light flooded out onto me.

I was standing on the doorstep with one shoe on, cat poo plastered all over my head and all over one hand, which I was now sniffing. Suddenly the time I’d taken to decide what to wear for this date seemed like the most pointless exercise in the world.

It would seem that my cat, Franklin, had decided his cat litter tray was too dirty and so had done his business in the crash helmet instead.
Some romances were never meant to happen.

And it seems I’m not the only one to find that when love comes calling, it can turn out to be the wrong number:

Tags: disastrous dates, first date disasters, what to wear for a first date

Andrea Montgomery

Freelance feature/travel writer and author of 2 travel guides, Andrea is a compulsive blogger and Tweeter with an annoying tendancy to behave like Head Girl (presumably because she never got to be one).

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