Three weeks ago I had the kind of date nightmares are made out of! This guy seemed great online, until he rocked up. He had this terrible haircut and wouldn’t stop telling me he got his haircut specifically for the date. Ordinarily, something like this wouldn’t bother me. It was the fact he had paired the haircut with a bright yellow suit that was ironed very badly. I swear he ironed creases into the suit. It was definitely one of those ‘you had to be there’ moments because I feel like any description I try to give won’t do any justice to how bizarre this whole thing was.
It got even more strange during dinner. He started slamming his foot down every few minutes. I pretended to not notice as I didn’t want to open that can of worms. Unfortunately, when he started shoving his hand down his sock I could no longer hide my face of disgust. He definitely saw it. He definitely had one or two foot conditions. Near Cheltenham, there is a podiatrist that is highly recommended and I could not stop thinking about how I wanted to give him a recommendation. I was worried that doing so over dinner might have been rude.
I paid for the dinner as I knew I had no intentions of going on another date. In an attempt to end the date prematurely, I mentioned I needed to go home as I had an early morning. Unfortunately, he didn’t take the hint. He came all the way back to my apartment and even weaselled himself into my living room. I even took my shoes off to hint that I was going to start wrapping the night up and go to bed. He didn’t get the hint as he then took his shows off too. His feet were gross. He was definitely someone who needed to learn the benefits of PACT nail fungal therapy. I excused myself to my room to get a ten-minute breather, thinking he would leave. Believe it or not, he stayed for another two hours. Now he won’t stop calling.