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.