Well didn't I feel like a prize pillock stood at the bar of an almost empty pub with only the 90 year old regulars using the bar to prop themselves up to keep me company.
After this last nightmare of being stood up, I wasn't so sure about carrying on with this dating malarky but I don't want to end up a spinster so after a few days I logged onto my account on the dating site. Excellent I have some messages, after speaking to someone on a few occasions I agree to a date.
We meet up, have a few drinks and quite a laugh actually. Ok, he's not really my type but still it's a fun evening. He suggests moving on, we do. I was quite drunk at this point and think that can be the only thing that got me through the rest of the evening.
We went to some back street pub and walking into it felt like walking into the film 'football factory'. Once inside I am introduced to how he affectionately referred to them as 'his crew', thinking I had misheard I said ' I'm sorry'. Once again he repeated it, OMG he's serious!! The crew even came complete with a little minature Noel Gallagher wannabe, who even spat on the floor for me! Make no mistake 'if the crew diss me, he'd chin em'! My hero!!
He asks what I want to drink "double vodka, quickly please"!
A little later, mini Noel even kicks off so much he gets chucked out, I think my date was even going to put on the little show of chinning him for me until he could see I was totally unimpressed. 'I'm off to the loo' I say, observently he says "your not coming back are you" "NOPE" and with that Im away.
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