OLD, first date. I caught a train to meet him. He knew well in advance what time my train was arriving, yet he turned up late, his hair an absolute mess, in cruddy clothes he'd clearly picked up off the floor and wearing battered old-man slippers with the backs trodden down. I knew at that instant I wasn't seeing him ever again.
But, stupid me, I felt guilty not going ahead with the date. And thought, maybe he's been busy making sure his place is sparkly clean and planning for his date. Maybe he'd scrub up nice with a shower once we got to his? The plan was to go to his for a coffee and chat etc, then go out for a nice meal at a lovely Italian he'd mentioned. Arrived to see his horrifically filthy flat and was double annoyed to see he'd not been planning for our date, but had just been bumming around.
THEN he said, "I can't really be arsed to go out now, we'll just get a chinese and watch some telly". Proceeded to hand me a takeaway menu. I was dressed for a nice restaurant date, but sat with a scruffy bum in his filthy flat eating a very mediocre cheap takeaway on his grubby sofa. All the while he never bothered to shower, brush his hair and continued to wear his horrid slippers. I thought, to myself, just get through this, it won't last forever!
And then he tried to come on to me, for sex! I just froze and looked at him as if to say "what the fuck do you think you're up to!". He got the hint and backed off, where he then just pretended like nothing had happened and carried on chatting about himself, like this could still go somewhere.
Then he dropped me back to the station, and proceeded to kiss me on the lips like we're a couple (I freeze again and don't respond...there's been very little from me except polite general conversation about the weather and shit) and says he's had a wonderful time and can't wait to see me again. He hasn't actually asked if I want to see him again, has just assumed we're now an item.
En route back home he sends me loads of texts, ping ping ping, one after the other, gushing about what a great night we've had, how he really feels we've clicked and when can I come back for another date.
Me: "I think we have different ideas of dates and clicking. I can't do this again" and blocked.
Late
Slippers
Scruffy appearance
Filthy flat
Lazy
Tight
Deluded
One of those alone would have been enough to have the ick, but all together. It was ick x 1000