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ANTI-VALENTINE'S DAY CONTEST - Jessica's Not Scarred, But HE is...

This particular one happened a couple of years ago, during a time of complete singledom. I went to a night club with my best friend. All dressed up, no expectations, I only planned to dance. However, I did meet some one. I thought 'What the hell, I haven't dated in ages, may as well give it a go'. So we exchanged numbers, and the next day I got a call and we set up a movie date.

I had dinner at my mum's place first, then ran out to go on said date.

We had an hour before the movie, so Si (not his real name) suggested we get a drink. He asked me what I wanted and I replied beer. He hesitated and said he actually meant something more like coffee. Two things ran through my head. 'Shit', and 'What the hell kinda guy can't have a beer on an evening date?' Anyway, once the drinks were underway and we were seated, he spent the next hour regaling me with stories about the fight he'd been in which had left him massively scarred. He then proceeded to lift his shirt up and give me a blow by blow description of what had happened, as told by the scars on his chest.

At some point later in the evening, after the movie, I mentioned I was a fan of South Park. He spent the rest of the (lengthy and one sided) conversation doing impressions... not the height of originality or wit. I excused myself for the bathroom, and looked in the mirror once there. I realised that the dinner I'd had at home had left bits of black food in between every tooth I owned. Double shit. How ever by this point I was becoming less concerned about his good opinion.

Anyway, at the end of it he offered to give me a lift home, which I accepted. We walked to his car, and before getting in he asked me to remove my shoes! Oh boy.

The next contact I had from him, a couple of days later, was a text message asking me how I liked my sex. And similar messages after that one all within the hour. I promptly sent him back a text asking him what the hell he thought this was, where was his respect blah blah blah. He wrote back that he thought that's what all girls wanted. I told him to fuck off and never contact me again. He didn't. Thank god.

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