When bad dates happen to good people – the one with the country pub
But hey she had been chatting to a pleasant guy for quite a while online and getting on like a house on fire. It was time to meet. She arranged a flexible babysitter, bribed the boys, fed the horses, dolled herself up and headed out for a two hour cross country drive to meet this guy who lived two counties away. She pulled up to the pub car park the same time as he did, so they strolled in together, making small talk about the journey,
when he said
“Oh yes, why’s that?”
“I’ve just come out of hospital. I probably shouldn’t tell you what for”.
“Then, please don’t,” she said
“I’ve just had treatment for an anal fissure”.