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| Well, how did the blind date go | |
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| The guy was a total tosser. I had to pick him up. found he had left his wallet at home so I had to pay for the meal and the drinks, and while he was at the bar he chatted up some little slut. | |
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| Throughout the evening he talked about himself and fucking football while steadily getting pissed at my expence and on our way home he asked if we could go back to my place and have a shag. | |
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| I took him over the other side of town, stopped outside the first house with a closed gate, asked him to get out and open it then drove off. What the fucks wrong with me, why cant I meet a nice man. | |
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