Worst date ever!
Fairlady staffers share their 'worst date ever' stories with us...
My date said he would pick me up at 7.30pm. So 7.30 came and went ... 8.30 ... 9.30. He just never pitched (and these were the days before cellphones). I went to bed, and at 9 the next morning, there was a knock on the door and he showed up. His excuse? He’d been waylaid! There were no more dates with him. – Justine
What should have been a sun-kissed, coastal Vespa ride to Hermanus turned sour when the heavens opened and left us sodden, shivering and very far from home. A fireside hot chocolate improved matters somewhat, but I never left home without a raincoat again! – Peta
The age restriction
I was a rather naughty teenager who loved going to nightclubs. Luckily, at 16 I looked older than my years and everyone assumed I was about 21. One evening I was asked out on a date by a hunk of a guy I met at a club. I told him I was a full-time model. The date took place on a Sunday evening at a cosy little pizzeria in Yeoville. Things were going swimmingly when, horror of horrors, my step-father’s best friend spotted me across the restaurant and yelled out, ‘Candice! It’s a Sunday evening, you’ve got school tomorrow – shouldn’t you be in bed?’ I was mortified, and can’t even remember the rest of the evening. I never lied about my age again. – Candice-Lee
What was your worst date ever?
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