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The one where I was smashed!

Location: Chandos Street Festival

I think this date was the worst of all, and that is saying something! But it was definitely all my fault this time...

 I had been mooching around back at Dad’s house for the weekend, hiding from the world and feeling very sorry for myself, when pre-mentioned colleague messaged to ask if I wanted to join her and her friend at Chandos Road street festival. She said it looked very quaint and middle class and so obviously I would love it! Mmmm.

I had a date lined up at 6pm with a South African guy (literally can't help myself!) who had seemed quite cool from our pre-date messages, but decided to join them anyway early afternoon and soon got wrapped up in the music…and drinking…

Her friend also had a date at 4.30 and so it was basically a tag team affair, because he returned after only an hour to take over 'Jo babysitting' when I had to leave for mine.

By this point, 3 hours of solid drinking in and being a complete light-weight, I was completely smashed. My date was driving in from out of town, so couldn’t have had more than one drink when he got here anyway, so it was seriously rude of me to arrive in that state. 

 But in a way I was also glad I wasn't completely with it because when he turned up, he turned out to be a South African midget, with a weird awkward Beavis and Butthead laugh! Ok, midget is a little strong, but he was certainly alot shorter than me. I was so drunk I literally kept repeating myself – 'where are you from in South Africa, so where are you from in South Africa, where did you say you were from in South Africa', and because I had immediately realised I didn’t fancy him I tried to be drunkenly nice by also continually saying I loved South Africa and his Afrikaans accent.

Looking back is mortifying because I was a complete mess and he was stone cold sober. I'm pretty ashamed of myself. And the worst part is, I’ve forgotten how it was even left between us. It was definitely no more than 20 minutes in duration and I vaguely remember us standing on the edge of the music festival crowd and me slurringly saying something like ‘it’s been really nice meeting you, but I can see my friend dancing so I’m going to join her now’. Wow, I was such a bitch! Needless to say I didn’t hear from him again and I have definitely gone into his ‘disaster date’ pile!

To top this awful date off, it was a Sunday so I was in hangover hell at work on the Monday. I kept my head down all day and everyone commented on how quiet I was. Someone even said I looked grey!

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