California Dreamin’ – 1982 to 1984 -Amanda – Not The Best Date

Amanda was a very hot girl who agreed to meet me at the bar I worked in when I finished and then we would go for drinks after. I was running late however so I was in the office cashing up and said I’d be down in 15 minutes and she should get a drink at the bar.

I had met her at one of our shows. She took a shine to “the guy with the black guitar.”

Maybe she was nervous or something because she pounded an entire bottle of wine and got completely wasted then when I came down she started screaming at me, telling me I was missing out and she had worn “special underwear” for me. While screaming at me she walked away backwards and fell face first down an entire flight of stairs, knocking herself unconscious. As she fell, her dress went up over her head, and showed everyone in the bar her “special underwear” which was her and my name crudely stitched on a pair of pink panties.

Hot right?

It gets worse.

I called her an ambulance as she was in a state but she was very confused and though our date was still happening. She got out her make up and stated trying to put on, smearing blood and snot all over her face. She was very unsteady and couldn’t concentrate or walk straight but I stayed with her as she tried her best slurry ‘date chat’.

I was helping her walk to the ambulance when she half fainted and fell, The doorman and I managed to catch her before she hit the ground and he picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. She came to long enough to throw up all over herself and the doorman, he slipped on it and managed to SMASH her head off a car hood, knocking her out again and once again showing the special underwear to the gathered crowd.

It gets worse.

She was out for the count and I knew very little about her apart from her name, so they asked me to go with her to the hospital. I agreed and we headed off. When she came to in the ambulance she was extremely confused and thought we had been on the date and it had gone so well we were heading back to my house for sexy fun times. She tried to take her clothes off and kept trying to unbutton my jeans, doing her best sexy face at me with her smashed up face covered in blood and vomit.

Double hot.

Still not done.

When we got to the hospital she couldn’t remember anything so they took her off to treat her. I then sat in the waiting room until I was promptly accosted by 2 policemen. She had woken up, and told the nurse that she thinks I beat her up. So I spent the night in the police station being interviewed about why I beat a woman half to death. I had to eventually get my boss to show the police the cctv of her falling down the stairs, and from outside before they let me go.
All in all… not the best date.

 

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