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.

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Little Paper Trees said...

i love this, I'll have to think of a story to share, I've got a few good ones!

Candice said...

Or maybe his friends started calling him Lexi in homage to Russian literature and then you would have def been up the creek.

My worst date ever was with a bloke who thought it was hilarious to ask girls out, bring them cleverly disguised laxative chocolates as a gift and then spread the story about how you went on a date and spent the whole time farting or in the loo. He is now a doctor. Gastro. Arsehole.

Mrs Woog said...

I married one xx