@Juliapricemusic asks, "What was the worst date of your life?"
I once was the date to the sister of a girl celebrating her 21st birthday party. It was a costume party with medieval dress. My date, her mother and I went to a party hire place and chose our costumes together. I did not have money with me and was too embarrassed to accept the offer of my date's mother to lend me money and asked to pick up the costume later.
Needless to say, I never did pick up the costume. Undaunted and trusting my very great creativity (on display here too) I set out in a rush to make a knight's costume - complete with real thin sheets of metal (waste from printing) and even got my mom to sew something to go under the "coat of armour." It was not really a success but unafraid I arrived, my trusty, makeshift wooden sword at my side, thinking all this not to big a deal. The party, however, was quite a big deal, of itself, and particularly for my date. She was from quite a wealthy English family and it was quite a big party.
A further incident might show how I completely routed the young damsel. During the party I hugged my date's brother - having mistaken him for a member of a church group I attended. Not even my crinkly, misshapen armor could hamper me from this blunder. Her brother's being "The Camel Man" for the cigarette brand at the time added to the farce. My date's reaction did make me pause a little for thought.
I can't recall any further invitations from that kindly girl.
Needless to say, I never did pick up the costume. Undaunted and trusting my very great creativity (on display here too) I set out in a rush to make a knight's costume - complete with real thin sheets of metal (waste from printing) and even got my mom to sew something to go under the "coat of armour." It was not really a success but unafraid I arrived, my trusty, makeshift wooden sword at my side, thinking all this not to big a deal. The party, however, was quite a big deal, of itself, and particularly for my date. She was from quite a wealthy English family and it was quite a big party.
A further incident might show how I completely routed the young damsel. During the party I hugged my date's brother - having mistaken him for a member of a church group I attended. Not even my crinkly, misshapen armor could hamper me from this blunder. Her brother's being "The Camel Man" for the cigarette brand at the time added to the farce. My date's reaction did make me pause a little for thought.
I can't recall any further invitations from that kindly girl.
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