The worst date I have ever been on was with a friend of a friend that I had met at a birthday party. This guy got my number from our mutual friend and started texting me the day after the party.
Eventually, after about 4 days he asked me out on a date and I agreed. He lived down the country so we arranged to meet in a bar in Dublin on a Friday evening (he was coming up for the weekend anyway) and the plan was to go for a bite to eat and then drinks. I got to the meeting place and, my first impression was that he was a little tipsy, but obviously didnt say anything.
A few mins into the conversation he decides he doesnt want food, “lets just go drinking” he said. Ok I thought, bit strange as it was only 6pm and a bit early to go on the beer for the night, but I just went with it and ordered another. Not long into the date I realised that this guy was not only drunk but was a plonker.
What the heck did I see in him in the first place? After about an hour I excused myself to go “powder my nose”. I swiftly wipped out the mobile phone and after making the “emergency, get me out of here call” to my friend went back out to him in the bar. When I got back to the table I nearly died. The drunken gobshite had fallen asleep on the chair with his head on the table. I was beyond embarrassment so just grabbed my coat and legged it!
I’m not sure how long he snoozed there for, or if he paid the drinks bill but I didn’t bother finding out. He tried calling me later in the evening but I just kept rejecting his calls. He then sent a text the next day to say how sorry he was, that he obviously had a few cans on the train on the way up and didnt realise how tired he was! Whaaaaaaaaaat? Gobshite!!
