I've told this story on here before but back when I was 22, in the early days of MSN messenger etc, through mutual friends, I thought I had secured a date with a mega hot bloke 'James' who worked in a local phone shop.
Day of the date comes, I live on my own in my own house at this point by the way, the date turns up on my doorstep....and he was very much NOT the James I thought I had signed up for.
He was excitable as he told me he was happy to drive into town, in his little Peugeot 106, which was his mums car he had borrowed.
He delighted in telling me 'I can't believe I've got a date with you, a much older woman!'....he was 19. My fanny was well and truly clamped shut by this stage, half because of his description of me as some old hag, the other because the idea of a teenager was just weird.
Anyway, to stop myself from being rude we went to a bar and he insisted on buying me a lemonade. I wanted wine, he said he couldn't afford that. No worries, I'll buy the wine and thanks for the lift.
An hour or so of chatting and he was just like so overly keen, talking about how he was going to take me to meet his mum etc. I was like woah, slow down!
Anyway, I feign that I'm so tried and he says he will drop me home. We pull up on my driveway and he hints at coming in. I was like 'sorry I've got an early start tomorrow, thanks for a nice night' with the intention of letting him down fully the next day....he then starts telling me how he can't go home now because his mum will have locked him out and will be cross if he wakes her up, no spare key etc. I was literally thinking oh my god!
Short version of what happened next - i suggest he thinks of a solution and go to the loo (to text my next door neighbour to say please knock in 5 mins as this situation is weird). I come back to the lounge and there he is, laying on the couch, cock out. I literally wish I was making this up, the thought still makes me cringe now. To add insult to injury his penis was honestly tiny. Poor bloke.
Fortunately my neighbour was round quite sharpish and we managed to feign an emergency and he would have to leave. He wasn't happy!
Next day he text me to say I owed him petrol money!
Ironically I did end up actually dating the James I thought I was seeing briefly a few years later, who confirmed the other James was indeed, a strange sort.