First date in about 10 years.
I’m the first to admit that I don’t really like men, have any interest in them/sex/romance. I can’t lie.
Anyway, a friend (who will no longer be a friend after this 😆), set me up for a ‘date’ with her bf’s friend. Let’s call him Kevin (not real name- I would not date a Kevin, I feel).
Kevin picked me up in his car, drove like a maniac and failed to slow down even when I hid my face behind my hands, took me to a greasy spoon type Italian complete with grimly, sticky plastic place mats and commented on my eating skills, something along the line of ‘wow, you like to eat don’t you!’. He had no other conversational skills other than this really. I also paid for us which he did not protest about, which I found interesting.
To top it off this ‘gentleman’ presented me with a sweaty bar of fruit and nut and a wilted bunch of flowers from- I suspect- a petrol station.
Ffs. Is this normal? I refuse to count it as a date but it was so shit I thought I’d get it off my chest.
Whilst I eat said bar of fruit and nut…