At the beginning of this year, I decided to take some time out from being a Little Red Corvette to slow down and find a bit more love for myself as I was feeling very lost. This was all very well for a few months, and I did indeed slow down – to the point where I wasn’t shaving my legs – it was then I knew that it was time to get back in the game.

During this dry spell, I was being texted by a cheeky plumber I know who adamant on getting me out and in his company. I’d resisted and resisted as he hadn’t been my ‘type’ (too boyband looking for me with his highlighted hair) until eventually his persistence wore me down, and  I gave in under the premise that he was relatively amusing, and to create my own little social experiment to see if that old adage about men being like buses, was in fact true.

So, off I went to our ‘date’, the promise of wine, a good DVD and a takeaway ahead of me, in a flirty floral number and smooth pins. Expecting to lounge on his sofa in his own flat, I was slightly hesitant when we walked into the room, catching his housemate in a ‘compromising’ position, watching porn. I jokingly brushed this aside by casting an eye towards the television and remarking that the cavorting star had ‘nice tits’, but was slightly unnerved when The Plumber led me into his bedroom to continue our ‘date’.

The room was styled like a Travelodge hotel, no clutter anywhere with just a double bed and a wardrobe. Foolishly, I persisted with the date, despite him telling me to ‘be careful’ with my wine as I sat on his ‘two hundred quid silk sheets’ and questionning my salary to see if he earned  more than me.

The alarm bells were ringing so loud I thought my eardrums might burst when he boasted that he would ‘nail me’, that I would be his 120th – I wanted to be his 118, at least I could have worn a fake moustache and t-shirt- and the final straw was when he made me pay the two pounds towards my Chinese takeaway chips.

The ‘date’ ended and I went away feeling very amused, and not at all tragic, because luckily I had gone into it with no expectations whatsoever. And bring the boys to the table it did – The Plumber continued to text, a cute Woody Allen lover called to tell me to have a ‘great bank holiday’ and kissed me in the corner of a pub, I got asked to dance and exchange numbers with a soldier, and myself and the funny boy at work immersed ourselves in massive flirtations.

Variety is the spice of life – and our experiences, whether they’re good or not-so-good, provide us with valuable lessons for the future. Its good to go against your type, and try something different, and I certainly believe the £2 I paid for my Chinese chips went a long way to not only providing me with a big laugh as well as rewarding me with more male counterparts.

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So what is your most memorable date, minxes – care to share?