My Pet Hate...

There is very little that irratates me more than when your date doesn't even attempt to offer to buy a round of drinks....especially when taken to a pretentious, over priced bar in Chelsea. Don't get me wrong, I ll generally pay for most of the evening when out and about, but I also think you can tell alot by the way a person behaves with money. Even the offer shows some form of generousity, but expectance says to me she will be a princess and get out toute suite..

The date was short and sweet. We went to a bar full of pompous, silver spooned thirtysomethings, all of whom I'm guessing were oblivious to the credit crunch as the expensive champagne was flowing like water. My date was very attractive, but the constant name dropping turned her ugly. How she had been on set with George Clooney - "He's definately gay", an advert with David Beckham - "He's having loads of affairs" Jayz asked for her number and it rolled on.....

After 3 rounds of drinks costing nearly 60 GBP, and this inane celebrity chat, I made my excuses and left. I headed back to Clapham and met up with a few mates who took delight in my disasterous evening.

The first week of internet dating has taught me this - I think alot of chaff is coming my way before I find the wheat. Anyway I'm off to enjoy the rest of my weekend.....