I didn't even manage to get past our first date to get her in bed. Great looking girl, but holy God...our whole dinner conversation was
"Do you think my new extensions would have been better if they were dark? I think the blonde makes my face look too round"
"What do you think about this colour for my nails?"
"Hang on - I just need to take this call..."
"Cool - sorry. I have like, sooooo many people trying to contact me all the time. Oh - hang on - I just need to text someone"
"How many calories does that have?
"Oh - sorry - this call is really important..."
"I don't know if I should have the regular portion or the smaller portion. Fish makes me bloat"
(to the waiter) - "Can you tell the chef to cook it without any fat at all please. That's right - absolutely NO FAT."
"I'm just going to text...." (at which point I told her to turn the fucking phone off)
"Oh my God, I can't believe you just told me to turn my phone off. How disrespectful! Do you have any idea how many people try and contact me?"
(pouts - silence thank God)
dinner comes - she tries her fish
"Uurrgh - this doesn't taste like anything at all! I can't eat this."
Me - "You asked them to cook the thing without any fat! What did you think it was going to taste like?"
and and and - one of the longest fucking evenings of my entire life.
I'm convinced she would have kept talking had we made it to the bedroom ..."do you think my pussy looks fat?....."