It actually happened just a few months back on Valentines day. Before I tell you... I just wan't to say that I am a mature adult okay. I'm single... so therefore; it's okay for me to have 3 bookings on V-Day....

So.... ONE of the dates on Valentines day was a nice young chick... she'd been texting me and all sorts - real imature stuff - you know "so, do you wan't do be my boyfriend" and crap.

I eventually agreed to take her out for a date after many a random text message, and drunken phone call receieved by her.... "Could be a good opportunity to get my **** wet on a regular basis, I thought".

So it came V-day... I thought i'd make her feel special... I dressed & groomed nicely, had all sorts of fun stuff planned including a telescope in the vehicle (yeah, it was going to be soooo romantic watching her ass, as the bent over and peered into the eye-piece I imagined). I even had a board game in there too. Condoms - check. Nice smelling stuff - Check. A gift for her (some bling) check. A box of chocolates - check. Even got this lass a flower!! A fucking flower!!!!

So... I meet up with here..... and then: BURRR BURRRRRRRRRMMMMM - what a fucken basket case she turned out to be. I've never heard anyone winge so much in my life!!!

Telescope was out the question - "Orhhhh, it hurts my eyes when I looked through my uncles one".

Chocolate "Orhhhh..... I don't eat that sort of choccie".

Fuck.

Bling "Orhhhhhh.... I prefer silver, over gold".

Flower "Orhhhhh... I prefer dafodils (or whatever the fuck it was)".

Weather "Orhhhhh... it's tooooo hot"

Winge winge fucking winge. Bitch drove me nutz!!!

What do you wan't to eat hun? "Orhhhh... I don't liiiiike seafood".

FUCK.

It ended early - I got out of that one quick-smart.

I mean - if I shagged the chick, and woke up next to her - I would have chewed my own arm off - just not to wake her up and put up with her shit.