33 years old; single; mechanic; common sense above intellect; rough and ready; cheeky character; practical; possibly one of the lads
The Date
Drink in a beer garden. Mr Tourettes arrives straight from work. He has boy-ish good looks, is physically fit and quite muscular looking. He is wearing overalls and has very oily and dirty hands I notice and a baseball cap, bad hair day I ponder? Let's just say Mr Tourettes is not one who dresses to impress me thinks! So he gets himself a pint, offers me the same, I politely decline and go for a soft drink (Do I look like a pint drinker, I think not!) Conversation does not flow. We don't have much in common, unless of course if I want to talk car engines or how many pints of lager him and his mates managed to stack away last weekend before vomiting and then starting again! However, there is something that suddenly dawns on me, he just does not stop swearing. I mean it is incessant! Every bloody, sodding, frigging, freaking, f**king, sh**ting, sentence is filled with expletives! Now I'm no prude and believe you me I can swear with the best of them, but listening to Mr Tourettes and his poor use of the English and bad language is just mind numbing. Oh boy I so wish I'd brought along my swear box...I could retire on this date alone. So in order to make myself very clear to Mr Tourettes and mirror his style of communication I tell him I've just had unexpected f**king text message, from my bloody Bit** of a friend, whose wan**r of a boyfriend, the Bas***d has upset her, the Ars***le and I need to offer her my comfort and advice in her hour of need. Nice meeting you DICKHEAD! Still searching....