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.