Dates From Hell Day Seven

Dates From Hell: The Finale.

Good morning folks, ok so we're at the last day of Dating Disasters, tomorrow we'll move on to a new subject, at least I hope we will, I start the training for my new job tomorrow and have to stay in a hotel that doesn't offer free Wifi - jerks.
I had a fantastic night with my friends last night and now need to recover somewhat - not that I was drinking, as I don't drink, I'm just extraordinarily tired ;) On to the blog...

I'm returning back to the time that I was nineteen, I was seeing a gorgeous guy, who was amazing; fun to be around, a complete flirt, and older than me.
We'd had many wonderful and fun great dates, so when we arranged to go out one summer's evening I was excited.

I love the summer and he had a house right on the harbor, a really beautiful house.

He said that we would go to his and have dinner on the patio, then head to the pub for a little while, it sounded heavenly to me and we were having a scorching summer so I brought to work my change of clothes.

Getting ready at work is always fun, everyone is suddenly interested in your business and they all want to know what's going on, seeing as we worked together we had to keep our relationship on the down-low so people asking questions always made me uncomfortable.

My hair and makeup was immaculate, I wore a mini-skirt and a bikini top with a see-through shirt over the top of that, perfect sexy summer wear.

I walked out of work to wolf-whistles, cat calls and questions, I ignored them all as I knew that my guy was outside waiting for me.

He was in a car with his brother, who I had never met before but he was very nice, I assumed he was coming round for dinner, when we started driving in the opposite direction I had to ask questions.

"Urm, where we going?" I piped up from the backseat.

"To my mums." He replied.

"What? I thought we were going to yours?" I asked, panic setting in, I was so not dressed to visit his mum.

"We are, we're going to my mum's." He answered and I restrained myself from banging my head against a wall.

His mum lived in a gorgeous house, with beautiful land surrounding it, it was really rustic and I loved it.

As I tottered towards the house in my high heels, mini skirt and bikini top, I cringed inside.

And then the real fun began, I met his 2 sisters, his brother, his brother's boyfriend, his nephew, his father and his mother and I was dressed like a hooker.

His nephew was a tiny sweet kid but his mum took him home pretty early, his other sister was really sweet, I liked her, his dad was lovely but his mum? She hated me.

I managed to crash a family party, dressed as a hooker, it really was no wonder she wasn't keen on me. At one point I found out that his mother grew her own pot, I suddenly wondered why she was trying to take the moral high ground here.

They all sparked up, but I don't smoke and felt really uncomfortable and left out. It soon started getting dark, and people started to go inside.

He and I stayed outside and chatted and kissed for a while, which was lovely, then he went to find out where the rest of his family were. And he left me outside, on my own, for twenty minutes.

I didn't feel confident enough to walk around his house on my own, so I just sat there, being bitten by mosquito's and wondering what on earth I should do.

However, someone soon remembered my existence and his brothers boyfriend came out to get me. He was really sweet and grabbed my hand and took me inside. Where I had to stand awkwardly as they excluded me from conversation for another hour.

Thankfully it was soon time to leave, his dad, sister, brother and brother's boyfriend all gave me a hug goodbye. His mother didn't even look at me as I left.

As I walked from the house, trying to preserve what dignity I had left, I tripped on the stairs and gave the family a parting view of my underwear.

I never did win his mother around.

Dates From Hell Day Six

Dates From Hell: If I Wanted to See a Northern Monkey, I Would Have Gone to The Zoo.

I was talking to a friend of mine online last night, he's in an awesome band who are very soon going to be massive and they already have a decent following (www.myspace.com/futures) He's currently on tour, and whilst drunk last night he decided to message me with our usual banter, and as I was replying to him it struck me as really surreal that there are hundreds of young girls already hero-worshipping him, who would love to be in my position. It was a strange moment for me. Anyways enough of my babbling, on to my newest blog...

This date happened fairly recently, like a couple of months ago recently.

I had moved up to Huddersfield to go to university, I had made a couple of really good friends and we all would hang out together in our small group, I am a naturally sociable person and wanted to meet as many new people as possible so I made the mistake of searching online for people in my area.

I started messaging this cute guy, he looked a lot like my ex in his pictures so I was attracted to him and we spent a couple of evenings talking on MSN, he put his webcam on and he was good looking and he was funny, so I suggested that we meet up for a drink.

He agreed and the next day he text me asking if I wanted to meet for a drink, I had to go to uni but I agreed, knowing I had a big break in the middle of the day where I could meet him, I got all dressed up which was slightly over-dressed for uni, which my friend Joey noticed immediately when I got in.

After our lecture I explained all to Joey and showed him a picture of my date and he agreed that he was a good looking man - Joey is cool like that, and also brutally honest, which is also a good thing as you know you're getting a straight answer when you ask him something - however our other friend Jess hadn't made it in, and the three of us were like the three musketeers, I couldn't leave Joey on his own so told him to come to the pub with me, and if I liked this guy he could leave (my friendship only goes so far).

We got to the pub and I hadn't received a text so I assumed my date was running late, and there was no way in hell that I was going to ask him where he was, instead Joey and I had a couple of drinks and had a laugh.

Eventually about fifteen minutes before I was due to go back to uni I got a text from my date asking where I was, he had gone to the wrong pub. I text back that I'd have to meet him in an hour instead after my next seminar was done.

When I was finished uni for the day, Jess (who had turned up to her last lesson), Joey and our new friend Vaines all came with me to the pub, I like to think that they were concerned with my safety but I knew that they were just being nosey. I was glad that they were coming however as that meant there was no pressure, if I liked this guy, we could excuse ourselves from my group.

Eventually he arrived at the pub and I wasn't the only one who noticed he wasn't as good looking as his pictures, but he wasn't by any means ugly.

I went with him to the bar as he spoke about the course he was enrolling on, and then complained about his lack of money and ordered the cheapest beer. I just hoped his complaining was nervous chatter and that soon he'd relax.

We got back to our table and my friends included him, not that we needed to worry about him being a shrinking violet, he took over the entire conversation and shouted down anyone who dared interrupt him.

Joey got up to go out for a cigarette and my date followed demanding that Joey give him a smoke, I was mortified.

"Well?" Jess asked.

"He is so not my type." I replied wishing I could just leave now.

I had never been more thankful to have my friends around.

"You never know, maybe he's nervous, maybe he'll calm down." Vaines said reassuringly and I smiled, thankful of the support.

However when they came back my date was worse than ever, making crude jokes, saying how people are uptight and shouting out the most disgusting words he can think of.

Now I am immature, I am not uptight and I do my fair share of things just to shock people, but this was just insane and I thought I may actually explode from embarrassment

My friend Joey is quite opinionated and really intelligent and when he gets into an argument it's often hilarious as he won't stop until he wins, I was hoping that my date would get into it with him, however my date chose to harass my new friend Vaines. Vaines is really chill, he goes with the flow and doesn't really get riled by anything, my date saw this as an opportunity and ripped into him.

Vaines let it go, but I was furious, I looked at Joey with wide shocked eyes, hoping that we could find a way to get rid of this guy, when thankfully he did it for me.

"Well, I've got to go." (I'm pretty sure there were a ton of expletives in there but I cleaned it up for you).

"Ok." I said abruptly making no attempt at niceness or offering to do this again sometime, I didn't even want him as a friend and an awkward goodbye occurred, in which I stayed seated, knowing that I did not want to hug him, and also that if I stood I would more than likely kick him in the balls.

We all watched as he left and then let out a collective sigh.

"Never again." I muttered and the four of us sat and drank and laughed at the horror that had just occurred.

Dates From Hell Day Five

Dates From Hell: Never EVER Date A Chav...

Hey all, another day, another rant ;-) My real life is in turmoil at the moment and I had help from the unlikeliest of sources, my Ex. Who has shown me exactly why I'm an idiot for breaking up with him. Thankfully he doesn't and will not appear on these pages so I don't have to feel guilty ;). I have also been getting some amazing feedback from my wonderful friends, and I'm shocked at how many of them are reading my rambling, it makes my heart very happy. So thanks guys!! :)
Ok enough of this chitter chatter, on to one of my worst first dates ever (which actually happened to be my first real date, date.)

Ok to set the scene, I'm in my final year of school and I'm sixteen, I've had lame little boyfriends but I've never been out on an actual date, I'm also suffering from the worlds lowest self-esteem.

I get into school, and we're waiting in line for assembly when my friend turns to me and says "My friend came to the talent show the other day, he saw you do your song and thinks you look JUST like Billie Piper."

That talent show, was something that I regretted doing as soon as I stepped up on to that stage, what's worse is that my mum has the whole debacle on tape. It is horrific, and embarrassing.

After the assembly my friend smiles at me and says "He wants to take you out on a date, let's all hang out in town on Friday."

And so it was set.

Being a neurotic sixteen year old with low self-worth, frizzy hair and before the invention of GHDs, my work was cut out for me. I over plucked by eyebrows and had a constant surprised look on my face, I moussed my hair so that there would be some volume and curl to it and did my makeup with a somewhat heavy hand. I was quite the beauty *roll of the eyes*.

I got into town to see my friend waiting with the boy, and I was horrified, he was a chav, although back in the day they were just called Townies. He was in his tracksuit bottoms, t-shirt with a stupid cap on the back of his head, but he was actually kind of cute.

We all walked around town together, and tried to get to know each other better, then we stop off at a photo booth to all get pictures taken, that is one of my favourite things to do ever, so I had a whole bunch of fun, until I saw the pictures that is. My friend and I were both looking kind of cute and he was behind us pulling obnoxious faces and flipping the bird.

My friend decided that we should all go back to hers, so we did and once we got into her house he pulled me into his lap and started kissing me. I was thrilled and my friend made herself scarce.

We kissed for a while before his hands started wandering, he ran them up my ribcage, and it was here when I realised I was incredibly ticklish. Every time he ran his hand up my ribcage, or arm or leg, I would burst out laughing. He was so unimpressed but I found it all really hilarious.

My friend came back into the room and started playing on the computer whilst he and I continued to kiss, and then the front door opened, it was my friend's brother coming home, and he had a massive crush on me, which was common knowledge.

As soon as he came into the room, I was dumped onto the floor and my date was on the other side of the room.

I was bewildered but just thought that he was being a good friend. So I let it go. Shortly afterward I said I needed to go home, my date lived by me so we walked together back through town to the bus stop.

As we were walking he tried to pull me into a dark alleyway.

"I'm not going down there." I said and continued walking.

He then tried to kiss me, and I'm quite a tall girl, 5 feet 10 inches, he was only 5'6", so he stood on a wall to kiss me. I was mortified. It was such a lame thing to do.

As we continued on our way I started shivering, I hadn't brought a coat with me, thinking I'd have been home before dark. Instead of being a gentleman and offering me his jacket he turned and looked at me, then at my chest and stated.

"Smuggling Peanuts are we?" I thought that I would actually melt into the pavement from sheer horror and embarrassment.

I decided that this was a horrific 'date' and I really, really didn't want to spend anymore time with him, but I kept quiet thinking I would just avoid him until he got the message as he was friends with my friend.

When I got home, I realised that he had stolen my purse with my £40 wages in.

So let that be a lesson, never, ever date a Chav.

Dates From Hell Day Four

Dates From Hell: Two's Company, Three's... More Fun?

Welcome to day four of my blogging extravaganza... Today has been a bit of a weird and sad day for me, but I'm trying to work through today's issues with the help of my dear best friend, and some amazing people. But this blog isn't about my issues, it's about my bad dates, so onward we go...

To set the scene, I am in my early twenties when this date happened... I had been going out with this guy for a long time, and there was more than one awful date, which should have clued me in to the fact that he was a worthless bum, but ho-hum.

We had a day out together in Brighton - my favourite place to hang out with all of my friends as it's a happening and vibrant place, so I suggested that we go together to Brighton for the day.

We went for a walk along the promenade, and the pier, we spent time laughing and joking and taking snapshots; so far it sounds heavenly and I must admit it was.

We walked together hand in hand into town and he stopped me in front of a jewellery shop, he pointed out the engagement rings and which ones he liked while my heart beat so loud I was sure it was going to pound right out of my chest.

Then he dragged me to a really classy restaurant, he's more of a Burger King type of guy so I was happy with his choice, and also excited about what this meant, he was looking at engagement rings, taking me to posh restaurants, surely he was going to say something important...

I sat opposite him as we were eating, he took my hand and leaned forward his long hair falling into his beautiful blue eyes and he smiled his perfect smile, I smiled back and leaned close to him.

"So, I was thinking..." He said quietly and I smiled, biting my lip, feeling excitement build in my chest.

"Yes?" I asked breathlessly, feeling the butterflies swarm in my stomach.

"It would be really hot if me, you and your best friend had a threesome." He finished, smiling his brilliant smile.

"What?" I asked, surely I had been hearing things.

"You're hot, she's hot, it'd be sexy seeing you two do stuff to each other, then you could do whatever you wanted to me." He smirked, as if he'd just given me the most persuasive argument.

"No! She's my best friend, I love her, but she's not joining us in the bedroom." I hissed quietly, embarrassed beyond belief that he had started this conversation in a nice classy place.

"Well alright, you're other friend, the goth one, I bet she'd be up for it." He smirked and I sneered at him.

"Not gonna happen." I said and pushed my plate away, my appetite had gone.

"You're such a prude." He stated loudly and I rolled my eyes.

"And you're being a moron." I whispered, still trying to avoid the looks of the nearest patrons.

"My last girlfriend would have done it." He sulked and I gave him 'The Look'. You know the look, you often get it off your mother, it's the look that tells you to shut up and stop whatever you're doing.

Apparently he'd never been around 'The Look' for he then uttered the following fateful relationship ending words.

"Perhaps I should give her and her best friend a call." As if I would agree to a threesome just to keep him. Handsome or not he was kicked to the curb.

"Perhaps you should." I replied, picking up my bag and walking from the restaurant.

I wish I could have ended it in a more dramatic fashion, throwing a glass of liquid in his face, flipping his meal into his lap. But I didn't I just walked away. Best decision I ever made...

Dates From Hell Day Three

Dates From Hell: Sometimes Casual Isn't An Option.

Hello all, today's blog isn't technically a date, more an opposite sex disaster, but it makes me laugh to this day and so it's going up on here, I hope you enjoy is much as my best friend did when I told her this story.

I'm nineteen years old, and I've just started a job that I love, the people are amazing and I've already made some new friends. One night we all decide to go out as a group and have a fun evening.
My best friend can't make it which is always a downer but my other close friend can, so the two of us get all dressed up to the nines, we were definitely trying to impress people that night.
My friend liked one of the guys, he liked me, and I liked his friend. Things at that place were always complicated and twisted like that.

We were the last to arrive and there was only one other girl there, and I couldn't stand her, but it's ok as I get on better with guys anyway. My friend abandons me to go to the guy that she likes and I smirk as I watch her spend the entire evening flirting, she was certainly a force to be reckoned with.

I kept trying to impress the guy that I liked, but another work colleague took a shine to me and tried to get my attention, at the time I didn't realise that he liked me, I was completely oblivious, we'd always been friendly with each other, but he always kept himself aloof.

After many, many drinks and much talking the bar was closing down and we all decided we'd rather head back than go clubbing, my friend said she'd drive us all, so we all stumbled out of the bar and onto the street, the guy I had spent all night talking to grabbed my hand.

"I've got to do up my shoe." He slurred and so I smiled and waited patiently with him as the others stumbled slowly ahead.
When he stood up he grabbed me and kissed me.
I was shocked, but also did a little bit of a happy dance inside, he was a good looking man after all.

After kissing for a bit we start to slowly follow the others and then he pushes me up against a wall and kisses me again, once again we kiss for a while and start to follow the others, we walk a short distance, and he repeats his actions, unfortunately, he pushes me against a tall shrubbery hedge, and I subsequently fall backwards through the hedge.

There is a moment of stunned silence before we both start laughing hysterically, however I can not get up out of the shrub I am now stuck in, which causes us both to laugh harder. And I start to regret wearing a skirt now that my legs are flailing about.

After much struggling he frees me from the hedge, which now sports a rather nice me shaped hole and we continue on our way.

When we meet up with our friends they look at us with wide eyes, we were a sight to behold, both wearing big grins, both flushed, me with twigs in my hair and scratches down our arms.

The next day at work my manager - one of those real bastard of boss - came up to him and I when we were casually talking (after all we'd known it was a bit of casual drunken fun) and said "So I hear you two had a fun night, was she any good?"

Having your bastard boss know the gossip about you, come up to you at work and make a joke about it as if he's one of the gang is actually more of a passion killer than being shoved through a hedge, take my word for it.

Dates From Hell

Dates From Hell: I don't do that on a first date.

Welcome to my second day of bad dates... A while ago I was seeing someone the complete opposite of my type, trying to get out of the string of bad dates turns out, this was even worse.

I'm now in my early 20's, I'm confident and more worldly wise and I'm looking for an actual relationship, my last relationship was a disaster so I started to look at where I was going wrong, and realised that I had a 'type', so I went for someone who was the complete opposite of that type. Small, bookish but he had a sort of boyish charm about him, we had mutual friends and I pursued him.

When I set my sights on someone I nearly always get them - except for Robert Pattinson, but I still haven't given up on him ;-) - I put it down to the fact that I'm tenacious, I end up wearing them down.

So after just a couple of weeks we went on a date, and I was very excited for it, we'd been out with friends a couple of times and we had a spark, so I knew that this date would be fun.

We met at the local rock pub, one of my favourites and sat down, I shortly discovered that this was a mistake, when I looked around and saw all the good looking rock types around me I couldn't help but compare them to my date. I love rock guys and punk guys. After a while however, we started having fun and he was making me laugh.

Shortly the conversation took an emo turn, when he started telling me in detail about how his ex had wrecked his life and how depressed he'd been after it, the conversation made me so uncomfortable I excused myself to the ladies room. After reapplying my lipgloss, and checking my hair I walked back out into the pub and saw that a group of Rugby players had walked in. I adore rugby players. I had to squeeze through them in the now packed pub and I received several slaps to the bum and several loud catcalls. I rolled my eyes and smirked, it was typical of rugby players, I used to spend a lot of time with rugby players so i was used to their boisterous ways.

When I got back to the table I tried to turn the conversation to happier topics, and it worked thankfully and he reached across the table to take my hand, the rugby players saw this and wolf-whistled, I rolled my eyes and smirked and leaned in to make a joke.
He assumed I was leaning forward for another reason and kissed me.
The rugby players went nuts, but I ignored them, because the kiss had been a good one. I put a lot of stock into how a person kisses, and he kissed well.

The rugby players were starting to kill the mood a bit so I decided we should go elsewhere, we walked through the town hand in hand and ended up at his place.

We made out for a while, which was nice and then he started to get pushy, literally, he pushed me over the side of his sofa! I think he was going for passionate, there's nothing passionate about collapsing over the side of a sofa and sliding onto the floor, it's a total passion killer.

I picked myself off of the floor and looked at him wide-eyed.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I want you." He panted, literally panted, at me.
"It's our first date." I said raising my eyebrow, shocked at this display of boldness.
"So?" He asked, practically drooling.
"So, I don't do that on the first date." I stated.
He looked bewildered as if he couldn't believe I hadn't succumbed to his smooth moves.
"I'm going home." I stated and grabbed my stuff, he followed me.
"I'll walk you to the taxi rank." He said dejectedly and I rolled my eyes.
We walked in silence toward the taxi rank and there were three guys waiting there.
"Ok see you later." He said as soon as he spied them.
"Aren't you going to wait with me?" I asked him.
"Urm no, those guys, I know them, they don't like me. I'm going to go." And he wasn't kidding, he almost ran in his hurry to get away.
I was shocked, he was leaving me to stand at a dark taxi rank in the middle of the night with three male strangers.

I stood awkwardly off to the side, thankfully the guys didn't seem too drunk or sleazy so I just stood quietly, hoping not to draw attention to myself, after a short while a cab pulled up.

"Hey love, you take that one, don't want you standing out here alone." One of the guys shouted over to me. I looked at him thankfully.

"Thank you." I stated and got into the cab, thankful that at least one man was willing to make sure I wasn't abandoned and attacked tonight.

I got home to this text: Had a gr8 time 2nite, do it again 2moro?
I replied with a No, just no.

Dates From Hell

As a woman who has been out on many, many disasterous dates, I thought that I would post one disasterous date on here every day. Please let me know about your disasterous dates ;-)

Date Number One : Ya'll shouldn't date a redneck.

Let me set the scene for you. I'm eighteen years old, in college full time doing Performing Arts and working evenings at my local convenience store. There's only two young girls that work there, and I am the youngest, also the vainest, it comes with the territory of being a performing tart, you become a little shallow, and a lot vain.

I get along well with everyone at work, but there are only four people I am very close to, Ed, the Assistant Manager, he's in a band, and totally cool, he's into my other friend Tasha they've been going out for a while, and Tasha is one of my best friends who has a fiery temper to go with her natural red hair, I'm a non-natural red-head and have been since I was fourteen.
Then there's Ju, my best friend, she's older than me by about ten years, she's a goth and just the most hilarious, sarcastic person I have ever met.
That's the background for you, now on to the story.
Tasha and I are working on the till, it's always fun, Tash makes me laugh and the customers are locals who expect our banter and often join in.
We're laughing at some joke or other when in walks the local 'lads' a group of five or so guys my age, this time there's someone new with them, a tall, dark, handsome, muscular someone.

"Tasha how fit is he?" I hiss over to my friend and she smirks knowing that this guy was exactly my type and she looks at me expectantly, then I hear his voice and Oh. My. God. He's an American - ding, ding, ding, My fantasy guy has arrived.
I've always been confident and immediately started flirting with him, I found out his name was Jeff, he was over from Atlanta Georgia and had the sexiest Southern Drawl ever.

Our flirtation continued for a few weeks before my best friend Ju stepped in, she knew Jeff, saw him often and decided to give us a push in the right direction, laying the groundwork for me, letting Jeff know that I was interested.
I was working with Ju one night when he came in and chatted to me, he asked if he could take me home when my shift was over. I agreed.
He drove me the short distance to my house and we chatted for a while, but I discovered that I could actually be shy, and I cut the chat short.

Jeff however was not deterred and instead he phoned me and text me all the time, and one day he showed up at my college. As a performing tart I relished in showing off my new handsome American boyfriend to my jealous friends.
We decided on a first date, a proper date.
We decided to meet at a quiet intimate pub, I arrived first, dressed to the nines, my friend happened to be in the same pub so I sat with her for a while until Jeff arrived, with three of his friends in tow.

I didn't understand why our first date had to be with three of his friends but I went along with it, as I'm laid back about most things in life.

His friends are idiots. They sit around the table making inane chit-chat, talking for hours about topics that were of no interest to me.

Jeff takes my hand across the table and gently strokes my skin and looks into my eyes and I finally get the chance at a decent conversation.
Eventually we somehow get onto the conversation piece of adoption.
"I definitely want to adopt." I say eagerly, it's something that I feel passionate about.
"What? Really?" Jeff asks looking shocked.
"Yeah, it's a dream of mine." I answer.
"No, I want our kids to be mine." Jeff stated. I just looked at him Our Kids?
I decided to let that slip go, thinking it was just a slip of the tongue.
"You should come and stay with me in Georgia, we have the best mall in the world, I'll buy you everything." Jeff says passionately and I gently pull my hand back.

It's our first date, he's brought three of his friends along, he's mentioned us having kids together, now he wants me to stay in America with him.
"It's getting late I should be getting home." I state.
"I'll drive you." Jeff replies and we all leave.
On the way back to his car a guy wolf-whistles at me. Jeff turns around and starts screaming abuse at him.
I hate violence and was scared of the situation escalating. "Please stop." I beg.
"I can take that fucker." He spits and his friends laugh, I want to crawl into a hole.

After that disastrous, horrific date I am starting to rethink the whole idea of going out with this guy, but I decide to give him one last chance, I'm eighteen years old and slightly smitten with him, we arrange a date but I have to cancel as my nan isn't well and I'm going to hers. I send him a quick text message...
Hey, sorry can't do tonight, nan is sick, can we go out tomorrow instead? xxx
Not five minutes later I get this reply:
Who the fuck is this?!
I realise that Jeff doesn't have his phone and assume one of his moronic friends is texting me.
It's Jeff's girlfriend.
Again almost immediately my phone goes and my stomach drops.
No. I'm Jeff's fucking girlfriend!!

I hate cheating, hate it. And I was so confused as to what was going on, and how wrong I could be about someone.

The next day I walked into work, we were closed to the public for a re-fit and we were just sorting out shelves, I told Tash and Ju the whole sordid story and they were appropriately horrified, I have always been independent and a bit of a bad-ass when my feelings are hurt, so I just shrugged it off and continued working.
There was a knock on the window, and Jeff's moronic friends were standing by the window waving at me to come out, asking me to talk to Jeff, that he needed to see me.

I just sneered at them and told them no. Apparently Jeff cried that night 'cause I wouldn't see him and his bad-boy status went right out of the window.

I later found out that Jeff was staying with an older woman, he was going out with her and staying for free in her house, she paid for his flights, food, let him borrow her car, she was a real mug. She'd bought the phone he used to text me, apparently she threw it at his head. She didn't kick him out, she let him continue to stay with her. I took it as a lesson learned - Ya'll should never date a redneck.

As a by-line my best friend Donovan comes from Atlanta Georgia, he's wonderful and I would date him, not all rednecks are bad ;-)

Where to begin, where to begin...

Testosterone filled nightmares...

As a self confessed romantic, I often find myself disappointed with my relationships, and all because I have ridiculously high expectations, thank you Mills & Boon. Growing up, I was obsessed with those books, they were easy to read, easy to get into and you knew that there was always going to be a happy ending. You don't realise just how unrealistic those books are, real life doesn't always have a happy ending, men don't always make grand romantic gestures and not everyone stays faithful.
Despite the above negativity, I am not jaded and I believe strongly that true love exists.
However I am a glutton for punishment, I seem to be attracted to one specific type - the non-committal bad-boy.

Who among us isn't attracted to the idea of being able to tame a bad-boy? Classic Literature had Scarlett O'Hara wanting Rhett, Cathy wanting Heathcliffe, Mr. Darcy. Modern Movies such as Billy-Bob Thornton's portrayal of 'Bad Santa' had women falling over themselves for him, warming to his rogue ways, hell it even translates into the real world, Charlie Sheen has the beautiful Denise going back to him time after time, ignoring his drinking, drug taking, cheating and abusive ways. J-Lo loved P-Diddy until the shooting incident which showed her that her bad-boy was perhaps a bit too bad.

I must say J-Lo has me beat hands down, while I like a bad boy, I don't seem to date the really bad ones, if P-Diddy is a lion, then the guys I've dated are gazelle's.

Journey back with me through the disasters as this week, I'll share with you stories of Dates From Hell.