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			The only bad dates I've had have paled into insignificance compared to those above. 
 
Mine have just been people I have immediately realised I have no interest in and do not find attractive.  One man turned up with a "special" bag, from a shop his friend's Dad used to own.  He'd made a big thing about being able to recognise him by his bag and it was just a carrier bag.  It went downhill from that point! 
 
Another sounded so confident and sensual that I chose my underwear for the date very carefully, confident that things would be taken further.  When I met him he was more like Uriah Heep.  I actually walked past him on the street because his whole demeanour was so not what I was expecting. 
 
In many cases I just ended up drinking them under the table and then ignoring their calls for as long as it took them to get the message.  Pretty awful behaviour I know.  My current single status is no doubt karmic revenge.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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