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.