TheHateCamel wrote:I was once sent on a blind date by a mate with a lass that worked in his office. She was lovely looking, very well presented and while I thought she was a bit overly chatty she was pleasant enough.
We had a drink and headed to a restaurant for a bite to eat. Sharing a bottle of wine I thought everything was going great, apart from the frequent visits to the toilet she took.
We decided to carry the night on and went to a club where in he blink of an eye she morphed into the most horrendously drunk person I've ever met. I decided that I couldn't just leave her there and called a cab. It took a good twenty minutes to get her out of the place and another twenty to e her address. Eventually getting to her place we discovered that not only had she lost her purse she had also lost her keys, and it was pissing it down.
We ended up getting another cab to mine, about a tenners worth away from hers, she threw up in the cab and cried all over me. I had to pay for the cab cleaning too. She fell asleep on my sofa at about 4 in the morning after ranting about how shittily men had treated her all her life and then throwing up on my carpet.
She left at about 11 the next day after calling her mum and cancelling her credit cards.
I never saw her again and swore to my mate Dave that if he ever got the urge to set me up with someone again then I would drown him in his own blood. He paid me the cab cleaning money out of guilt.
This gets my vote for worst date.