Years ago before I met my husband by next door neighbour was dating a man and she kept saying how his brother was tagging along and they never got time together. She kept begging me to double date and eventually I agreed. Said he was really nice. Really good looking lovely guy. I never asked many questions to be honest, as I was just going along to help her out. She was in her twenties I was 19.
Anyways. They turned up in her boyfriends car. The brother, my "date" was in his forties, about five foot two and six stone wet through, and Pakistani not that it matters. I'm five eight and was wearing heels, so towered over him.
He kept looking at me like he was awe struck and saying " so pretty, you're so pretty" then he'd touch my blouse and say "this is so pretty" and then my skirt " this is so pretty" . In fact all he said was "so pretty" whilst staring at me with his mouth open. I was totally and utterly creeped out. Every time I tried to make conversation with him he would just sit and stare and respond with "you're so pretty" like he couldn't believe it and his brain had simply stopped functioning.
We got to the place we were going to and, yup, an ex was there. Sod's law. They and been boating and he was the big rugby type in his early thirties. Him and his friends called me over as I went to the loo and said "are you actually going out with that little guy" and "we are all taking bets, on whether uou are or aren't" like it was hIghly amusing, bastards.
We just looked so wrong together in the fact he was nearly a foot shorter than me when I was in my heels and physically so much smaller, and over twenty years older, and I was thoroughly creeped out as the guy was shitting himself and couldn't talk to me properly , there was zero conversation, and there was an ex who I had dated for a year sitting two tables up with his mates all watching and grinning. Needless to say we went home early and it wasn't a date I repeated.. 😂