stratford
That'd be the norm there mate.
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My worst experience was last year. Met a beautiful girl a few years older than me, a nurse and seemed to like the same things/want the same things. She lived relatively closely and so we decided to meet last minute. Basically everywhere was booked (restaurants) so I didn't know what to do and ended up deciding to take her Crazy Golf as there was nothing else to do.
Went to her place and she walked out with her puppy, plonked him in my arms and said "meet Sebastian". I kinda half-smiled half-grimaced. I'd never, ever held a dog before. I'm basically shit scared of animals in general and I didn't know what to do. I was basically holding it like a used baby diaper. Thankfully the dog didn't come with us.
Drove to Crazy Golf place and I walked out the car and without thinking pressed the lock key. I had locked her inside. She looked horrified poor girl. I guess I was so used to driving alone that I didn't even think about it.
Ended up playing all 18 holes, whilst it was windy, slightly raining and basically the worst weather to be outside in.
We later then went to a milkshake place and had the most amount of fat-boy food possible and a fairly good conversation. She was white, I'm Indian, and at one point she said she "doesn't like working with Nigerian nurses because they're all lazy". I didn't really know what to say as it was the most random racial stereotype ever.
Never worked out, she just wasn't the 'fun random date' kind of girl. If I had the time I'd have arranged a nice dinner/drinks somewhere in London but it was all a bit sporadic. Shame really, as she was gorgeous and pretty interesting, albeit racist.
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Worst of this year was meeting an American girl from Tinder. We messaged most of a Saturday and met at night. She seemed pretty in her pictures and was interesting/funny, also a yoga teacher (who doesn't like a bit of bendy!). She said she'd meet be at Southbank and we'd "decide from there" what to do. Met her at Waterloo Station, where she expertly placed herself next to a Burger King Whopper advert. Ironically she was definitely a few stones bigger than expected, and probably a yoga teacher in the loosest sense.
She said we'd go for a walk along the river, and somehow we ended up walking straight along the Southbank and all the way to Leicester Square whilst talking the most dire conversation ever. She also had really bad garlic breath. We ended the date at the bus stop where she overheard two lads arguing about Feminism. She suddenly went nuts and gave them a long lecture about the power of women. Thankfully my bus arrived and we never spoke again.
