Hello! First post, just been verified! Anyway, here we go:
When I first returned to London after living abroad for two years, I was keen to get out and about. I managed to set up a date through an old colleage of mine. She was gorgeous, but unfortunately, her personality left much to be desired. She constantly asked me how much money I made, boasted about her collection of designer bags, and she spat when she talked. Lovely.
The worst part (that also brought a swift end to the date) was when she managed to spill a glass of white wine on my lap - she found this hilarious, and as you can imagine, the sound of her guffawing - literally, I had become a joke now - riled me up massively. I got up from the table, told her I was going to clean myself up, and walked towards the men's room...then, when she wasn't looking, headed straight for the exit, jumped in my car and began to drive home.
I didn't hear from her again...I definitely wouldn't do that now (this happened 8 years ago, and I'm no longer an ass, promise!) but damn, I felt like she deserved that. Sorry!