Dating Horror Stories: Rhys

Rhys Wynne, when he's not going on dates, writes for The Gospel According To Rhys, where he talks about SEO, opinions on Social Networking, and writes a monthly free blogging newsletter.

My main dating horror stories surround the fact that I really don't date enough. Long hours playing video games & generally being the geek meant that dating passed me by until my late teens. My first date was also found on the internet, a young girl by the name of blondebarmaid. Known in the real world as Kathy.

Kathy didn't lie. She was blonde, and she was a barmaid, but apart from that, she wasn't really the type I went for, but what the hey, I was lonely, I was desperate, I wanted to know what this dating lark was about.

We arranged to meet in Rhyl, which if you knowledge of UK-Socioeconomics is any good, is one of the most deprived areas of the UK, where strings of charity shops, unemployed people, and general deprivation rules supreme. It also has more slot machines per square inch than Vegas, I kid you not.

I met Kathy at the train station, along with her little brother Ben. Ben was about 10, and not a nice chap. Our date consisted of playing Daytona USA in the amusement arcades (which Ben won thanks to him punching me as I approached the finish line), and a long walk along Rhyl seafront (which saw Ben throwing rocks at seagulls, dogs, other tourists). All to the approval of Kathy.

Kathy was also a week gone from being in a horrific car crash, so was drugged to the eyeballs on all sorts of painkillers. A shame, but not really something you begin dating with.

Anyway, it went as well as it can. She texted me saying that it couldn't work. I think I dodged a silver bullet.

Dodged, indeed!  Who brings their little brother as chaperone on a date?? 

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