At eighteen my friend set me up on my first and last blind date. She said it was her boyfriends brother. I had recently come out of a year long relationship with a man a decade or so older than me, who was a male model. Genuinely he was. And yeah, I know.
Anyway, she was a punk a few years older than me, mid twenties, I was not a punk or anything close, I was the high heels, blouse, long hair, and tight skirt kinda girl. She was the proper punk, Mohican, the clothes, the make up.
They pulled up to get us in this top of this range merc. Her boyfriend was about late twenties, Indian (relevant later) and about six foot two and well built, he was a good looking man,
His “brother” was in his fifties, approx five foot four and he can’t have weighed more than eight stone. To this day I think it was his boss or something,
I’m five eight, so in heels, and with the eighties big hair, I was knocking on six foot. So this tiny little, and what appeared to me at 18, rather elderly man got out the car. I was horrified. I won’t lie. He also looked fucking stunned when he saw me, I guess he was expecting another punk.
Anyway, we were going to a really trendy bar, and had to drive an hour. I got in the back with this man, and tried to be polite. All he kept saying in heavily accented English, was “this is nice” or “this is so pretty” and he’d sort of gently touch my skirt or blouse. I kept asking him questions about himself , and he just kept repeating himself, to the extent I started to actually think he maybe couldn’t speak much English.he just kept fucking staring at me, then gently touching me.it was so so bad.
I actually felt embarrassed, they were clearly wealthy from how they dressed and the car, but I thought I just looked like I might be a paid escort. Why else would some eighteen year old be on a date with a tiny man in his fifties, was all my young brain could think. I had no desire to look like a hooker.
We got in and ordered drinks. I went to th loo, I was quite upset by the whole thing, and as I was walking across thr bar, I heard my name. Yup. . My ex was sitting at a table with six or seven of his mates. I went over to say hello, and one of them said “we just need to ask, are you actually going out with that little guy” and they all started laughing, my ex just looked concerned. I wanted to cringe myself into a ball.
Anyways, I went to th loo, and then took my friend aside and said I wanted to go home, turned into a right argument, so we all left. And had the same fucking journey back with the “that’s so nice “.
Worst date ever, and it damaged our friendship some what, I can’t even understand what she was thinking.