Right ok. My story is one that I used to tell my friends and burn the ear off them with a few years ago. To shorten the start we were meant to go on a family holiday to Ballybunion (sad) in 2002. My dad had an accident so it was cancelled but on the Wednesday he said we should go, but it ended up as me, my sister, my mom and dad. I went exploring (ie. to the pub) and got chatting to a barmaid who had a really hot English accent.
Turned out she had a boyfriend. So I told her the story of the accident, late arrival on the holiday (we arrived on September 2nd (this becomes important in a sec). She said a friend of hers in the pub across the road had seen a psychic at some stupid fair in Ballybunion, who said she would meet her dream man in August.
She also read a bit deeper by saying that since I was meant to have been there in August I might be that guy. So off I went on a dare to chat this girl up. She was pretty chatty and said she would meet me for a drink the following night but only in the bar where she worked. 9pm came the following day. No sign. 9.30. No sign.
She then rang to say she would be a bit late as she was at a family BBQ. At this stage my parents arrived into the bar and I had to make my excuses that I met a friend I used work with and was gonna meet him there. Not sure they bought it but it was embarrassing. She eventually arrived at half 10. With… 10 of her friends and very drunk.
She talked to me a little bit but kept running off to her friends and I was left looking embarrassed and hiding my shame from my parents who had sat at the back of the bar. This went on for 2 hours and thinking I probably wouldn’t get so much as a shift out of this date, I approached her to say I was leaving. She said sorry and to come to the local nightclub with her.
I did. I offered her a drink etc. but she said she was ok. I then got a bit pissed off but thought hang in there, just get a shift so the night won’t be a total disaster. She was then talking to a guy I thought was one of her friends, but a girl told me it was her ex boyfriend. I kept with it and then went to get myself a drink to kill the frustration.
I then turned to the dance floor. Only to see her… shifting her ex boyfriend. I could have killed her. Anyhoops. I finished my drink and to get my own back I took her cardigan that she had left over in a corner when I was going back to the house i was staying at. I dumped it. Hahahah. She text to say she was really sorry the following day as I was going back to limerick… blah blah blah.
She also asked if I had seen her top. Obviously didn’t tell her but how embarrassing of a date was that?
May 23, 2009 at 11:58 pm |
Lmao, thats pretty bad!