Worst Date Ever

AC Double 100 Worst Date Ever Winner!

I’ve always been a sucker for British men, but usually that doesn’t make them con artists. I had already decided to put aside dating for the year, but such as happens when you make a final and irrevocable decision; you invite the universe to change your mind. So, half-way through the year I was surprised to get an email forwarded from a spiritual dating site where I had initially posted a “don’t-come-hither” profile. I had posted that profile three years before just so I could contact someone I saw there. That hadn’t worked out and so I forgot about the free profile as I knew no full-blooded male would ever want to reply to an un-photographed, self-confessed, psychic witch. I was wrong. Even after I admitted the profile was seriously old and more of a joke than anything, he persisted. We traded photographs and when he told me he lived in London, I was hooked. I can’t say no to British men. My one and only weakness and the universe was laughing its head off!




When we met in Houston, I had already spent several months conversing with him on-line. I knew he was far from perfect, but something about him made me keep coming back. I hadn’t thought we would be meeting because he lived in London and I lived in North Carolina but suddenly my mother took ill and I had to go to Houston to stay with her. When I mentioned this, he told me he had gotten a visa to enter the US as an extra for a film company and he was going to be in Houston too. It seemed like fate. Boy, was it!