It can be really nerve wracking when you meet up with a guy you have been chatting to online. There really is nothing wrong with a little tipple to calm the nerves and boost your confidence before a date, but be drink aware, because things can take a turn for the worse very quickly.
My worst ever date can be blamed on drink. My first date with Fraser had been really great. The chemistry had been sizzling between us and I couldn’t wait for our second date.
Fraser picked me up for our second date, informing me he didn’t mind not drinking. The drive to the bar went really well and we had so much to talk about.
Fraser’s friends were all at the bar when we got there. I was not sure whether he had planned this, or if it was a coincidence, but I tried to embrace it. Surely it would be a way to get to know Fraser better? I greeted them warmly. When I barely got a reaction I tried to ignore it, but later when I realised one of the friends was Fraser’s ex-girlfriend I began to feel awkward. I was becoming more left out of conversations and got more than my fair share of evil eyes. I still really liked Fraser and didn’t want to mess things up, so I excused myself to get another drink. I stood by the bar sipping on my vodka and coke chatting to some people I recognised from my local pub. What a relief to be around friendly people.
Sitting back down to the table with Fraser and his friends, I finished my drink as quickly as possible, so I had an excuse to go back to the bar. Maybe alcohol would get me through this bad date. I was sure things would be better when it was just the two of us again. I ordered a double vodka and coke to make things even easier.
As the vodka kicked in I began to feel much happier, in fact I felt like I really had to dance. I don’t remember much except for begging Fraser to go to the bar next door where the music was ‘pumping’. I also have vague memories of dancing around a stripper pole and downing squashed frog shots with someone I recognised. All of this must have happened under the disapproving gaze of Fraser and his friends.
Then…Darkness.
The next morning I opened my eyes which felt as if they were stuck together with super glue and tried to lift my head from the pillow. My head felt like it was filled with sand. Looking around I was suddenly filled with regret.
I was in my bed, still in the same clothes from the night before with my high heels still strapped to my aching feet.
“Oh God!” I groaned wondering what I had done the night before.
Needless to say I didn’t hear from Fraser again, through any dating sites. I think he blocked me from messaging him, because when I tried to apologise I couldn’t access his profile.
At least I learned something from my bad experience; Don’t Drink and Date.
