I'm still smarting today over an experience on Saturday where I had a date go BADLY wrong.
OK I got chatting to her on an online dating website, and she said she was an Oxford university undergraduate (one of the famous colleges I won't name, age 21. We agreed for me to come up to Oxford (40 mile drive) that evening for drinks and a nice meal. I would have to pay for both of these because "she was completely skint".
She sent through a photo, and she was ever so slightly chubby, so I said no.
"pleeeeeese" she retorted. Oh all right then.
So we met at the main gate of the college, and had drinks first, then a chinese meal. She was OK
She was very interesting, having been to one of the top girls public schools in the country, parents multi-millionaires, and they had introduced her to Tony Blair. Reference from Margaret Becket.
Near the end of the meal I went to the loo, but when I got back she was gone. Huh?
So I called her and asked what was up, and she said her sister had had a car crash, but was not injured. I suggested postponing the date to another time, and by the way what shall I do with a book she had left in the restaurant.
She said no she would come over to a local pub to meet me. Which she did (I returned the book).
She wanted a double gin&tonic, which I bought. Then she asked to borrow £10 to buy some cigarettes, which I gave to her, though I was by then suspicious of her motives.
Then on the way back to her place her pass didn't work. She asked me to wait outside the porter's lodge of the college while she renewed it. "I'll only be a second, a minute" before she disappeared inside the lodge of this world famous college.
I waited and waited, but she never came out. She had done a runner, and of course I could not go through into the college as it was closed to visitors and guarded by three burly male porters as you might expect.
She broke off all contact.
Now if she didn't like me fair enough. Though it would have been nice if she had let me know before I forked out for the nosh. But to intentionally come back and rip me off for a further double-gin and £10 is well out of order I think. FFS she comes from a loaded family, so what on earth was the point in trying to take money of me? What am I to her?
Should I send her a nasty hasteful message, and what should it say?
Bloody women!
Grrrrr!
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