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...