None more so than one I went on with a girl, who, for argument’s sake we’ll call Jenny, as soon as I moved to London.
I think she was really nervous – I don’t know why, I’m the least intimidating human ever – and she got paralytic. She started trying it on with the barman at one point (why do all the good looking ones serve me on a first date?) and after a while she got really shouty at an old couple sat next to me.
A few Mojitos later and I’d had enough, so I told her it was the worst date I’d ever been on and she started crying. Soon unable to stand – let alone talk – I put her in the back of an Uber and sent her on her way.
£30 quid well spent.
Fortunately in life, there’s always someone that’s got it worse off than you, such as this next woman, who’s first date story has gone viral for very obvious reasons.
And they say romance is dead.
Sorry, had to.
So yeah, said dater took this poor girl to his nan’s funeral. Fair enough you might want the company but your whole family is there – it’s hardly like you’re going to be on your own.
As a general rule of thumb, don’t take people to a funeral on a first date. Keep it light-hearted, people.
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Charismatic, witty, charming, engaging - four things Joshua Rogers will never be. Thankfully, he’s a semi-competent writer, who, after graduating university with two mostly pointless degrees, joined The Hook two years ago. Since then, he has honed his writing skills over the course of various sex related articles. Now, at the tender age of 26, he’s finally finished experimenting with (on) himself.