It’s been nine years so I think I can post this now…
*deep breath*
My divorce from ex-MrsPJM had come through and I was living the single life while lodging with a mate of mine and whilst dabbling with a well known dating site I contacted a lass who looked like my type. She was a slow burner, but we seemed to get on well so I persuaded her to come out on a date with me. I drove over to her place to pick her up and whilst waiting at the lights, my car decided to go toes up and die by the side of the road. I had two choices, either phone for a tow and cancel or see the date through and pick it up in the morning. She seemed up for the meal and volunteered to drive me. I’d left my car in a very safe part of town and off we went.
The meal went superbly, the conversation flowed and we had a good time. I didn’t want to chance blowing it at suggesting some “fun” so I let her offer to drive me home. We got to my mate’s place when it all began to come undone.
“Can I possibly use your loo? I’m bursting for a wee!”
My mate was an absolute slob – we’re talking mushrooms growing on the door, rampant mould and carpets that hadn’t been vacuumed in months. He also had a very over-friendly Springer Spaniel. What could I do? I couldn’t exactly say “No, I’d far rather you use the truck stop just up the road instead” could I? So I warned her that my mate was a complete animal and hoped that I could whisk her past the grubbier parts of the house.
She’d only just stepped past the door when the Spaniel bounded up and rubbed his streaming snotter on my date’s black cashmere coat. The look on her face told me all I needed to know, so I hurried her up the stairs and pointed her in the direction of the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, she reappeared minus the dogsnot but was looking very furtive. It was clear that she wanted to go straight home so I walked her back to her car and briefly kissed her goodnight and bade her farewell, not expecting to ever see her again.
With my tail between my legs, I wandered back into the house and went for a much needed whizz, to be assaulted by what can only be described as the most virulent and obnoxious stench I’ve ever encountered. Angrily, I stormed downstairs and confronted my mate.
“You absolute animal! You knew I had company tonight, couldn’t you have waited until she left before going for a turnout?”
He shot me a look and I realised the awful truth.