Another one circa 1983!
Tony! Omg why did I go out with him! He had a perma tan and white blond curly hair. He was good looking, 25 to my 17/18 and sad to say in my youth I was shallow and he had an American sports car which I thought would be very cool to be driven around in!
Except he drove like a mad man and was constantly over taking and because it was left hand drive, every trip out was hair raising as I could see the cars coming from the other direction before he could as he over took the car in front! I used to wear half a cans worth or hairspray in my permed hair to avoid the windswept look!
He was all about appearance and whilst he was very generous and bought me clothes they were all dollybird clothes that would have suited a blond and at the time I was very dark and the pink frilly look just didn't suit me!
He wore a vest or t shirt and shorts all year round! It could be raining and he would be dressed for Miami beach!
It all came to an end when we went to meet a particular set of his mates in a country pub.
Tony had bought me a new pair of pink stilettos and I was wearing pink short shorts which looking back were more revealing than a pair of knickers and a pink and white top that I think may have been cropped and teamed with my curly hair piled high in a top knot I looked like a bloody show poodle!
As we go into the pub there are all of his friends. Those ridiculous high heels got the better of me and I fell over. I went flying, full on sprawled on the floor.
Naturally, one would have thought that Tony would have helped me up, but no, he was fuming, absolutely furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his mates.
it took me some time to get up as those bloody shoes were lethal and the short shorts were in danger of revealing what I had for breakfast!
I then spent a horrible evening with his equally vain friends chatting me up whilst Tony had the raving hump all evening! They all had some kind of shorts and vest combo on too!
The drive home was horrendous as Tony drove even faster and when he phoned me the next day to presumably arrange another date, I made my mum tell him I wouldn't come to the phone and that I didn't want to go out with him anymore.
I got flowers sent to the house for awhile and more phone calls to my mum and he turned up a few times and my dad had to tell him to go away and that was the end of Tony!