Friday, 21 September 2012
The Tale of Two Alexes
Once upon a time I went on a date with a guy called Alex. Let's call him Boy Alex.
Boy Alex had approached me a week earlier in a cafe and given me his card. I thought to myself "Hmm, that was smooth." However I flinched at his name. It posed a problem for me because my name is Alex* too.
So we two Alexes (Boy Alex and Girl Alex) went on an ill-fated date that lasted all of about 45 minutes, due to the fact that for 43 minutes he had been a complete and arrogant asswipe, and I decided at 44.5 minutes that I wasn't going to endure it. Or go through life with a partner called Boy Alex.
I stood up, thanked him for his time and walked out of his life.
This was possibly one of my worst ever dates - not only did we have the same name and I had a premonition of being tagged "the two Alexes" which I thought was repugnant, but he was a total toolbox.
What's your worst ever date?
And while you're sharing, I'll go and think of some of my other worst dates. Because trust me, I have some real gems.
*And then everyone started calling me Lexi. Turns out we could have been lovers. Damn.