The worst thing that ever happened to me on a date was completely my own stupid fault. I had been on my best friends hen night the previous week and got more that a bit drunk. I was ill, blurred vision and extremely dizzy. I went to the payphone to call a taxi and met a man at the queue for the phone. We got chatting and kissed, he asked me for my number which I gave him (don't ask me how I remembered it!)
He called me the following evening and asked how I was. He was so lovely on the telephone and we arranged to meet the following Saturday at a pub in Glasgow called Tropics.
I met him as arranged outside at 7.30pm. When we got inside I was gobsmacked. I don't profess to be a contender for Miss World, but this man was no oil painting, not even a scribble! He had no more than 4 or 5 teeth, he was wearing terrible non-matching clothes, was vertically challenged (I am 5'10"), and to top it all,he smelled so bad. I was so embarrassed as I had obviously only seen him previously wearing my beer goggles. I'm ashamed to say that I made an excuse about going to the bathroom and I did a runner. I am not proud of this, but thankfully he never called me back. I have learned my lesson - honest!