..the sort you reel from at the time but once you have picked yourself up off the floor, make for a future, hilarious tale to share..
Met a guy in an unusual situation (at an auction).When the auction ended he asked me if I fancied a walk around town (central London). After 2 hours walking up and down the streets of London, I suggested we stop for a coffee/drink but he declined as he'd "just had one" 🙄. Prior to that, within 45 minutes of meeting he wanted to come back to my house 😂. In the space of the next two hours traipsing around the streets, he suggested coming back to my home at least three more times 😁
We met for a "date" a couple of Saturday's later. I know...I know..but I haven't bothered dating for a while and thought I should make an effort to "get out there!" He told me to meet in town at 4 o'clock and he would invite me to a club he belonged to. The club turned out to be a bank hub where, if you were with that bank, you could use as a work hub and you had free tea and coffee! We sat there chatting from 4 o'clock until it closed at 6 o'clock. He drank 4 free coffees and I had one although he generously kept offering to top me up as it was free 😂
We then traipsed around the streets of London for another two hours. When I said I needed something to eat, lo and behold he had "just eaten" 😁. I had come straight from work and was starving..He didn't understand why I should be hungry as I'd had a free, digestive biscuit at the bank hub (sorry - forgot to mention that important detail).
In the meantime he continually invited himself back to mine - I lost count after the 6th time he suggested it 😁. He kept fumbling for my hand (stuck firmly in my pocket), put his arm around me (I nearly fell over the barrier and into the River Thames as I had to keep edging away from him). Along with continually inviting himself back to mine, he thought we'd make a great long term couple and how soon could he move in with me!
After 2 more hours traipsing up and down the (not paved with gold) streets of London, with my rumbling stomach now roaring, I suggested again we go to eat. I spotted a Zizzi and suggested we go there. Perhaps..
But no, he was not hungry as he "had just eaten" (8 o'clock by now and he had left his home at 3 o'clock to meet me at 4 o'clock)..and anyway he was "so looking forward to coming back to mine to watch tv". "So you are saying you want to come back to my house, having had a coffee and a two hour walk around London?" I asked him. When he agreed this was a perfect plan, I told him to wait a minute while I made a quick call. We walked back together to the station with him all excited... until at the barrier I informed him that I was now going to meet up with friends in Camden Town for dinner...and bye bye.
The look of utter shock on his face was one I will remember for a long time.
Joking aside, he was in his late 40s. What is it that these guys have learnt nothing about how to behave?!
Please share some stories. I can't be the only one..can I??