He spent the start of our date complaining about his ex: “She never loved me, she just saw me as a sperm donor!”.
He also spent the middle part of our date complaining about her “I love my daughter, even though my ex just sees me as the man who donated the sperm to make her!”.
By the end of the date: “My ex is a heartless cow! I’m just a sperm donor to her!”, I was wearing a rictus grin & contemplating stabbing myself to death with a spoon.
I kept a tally of how many times he used the phrase “sperm donor”. Nine times. That’s nine times too many.
Presumably this would also be the worst possible answer to the question “…and what do you do for a living?”?
Haha, can you make a living as a sperm donor?? That actually sounds like quite an easy life!
Apparently the hours are terrible, although some of the actual minutes in themselves are quite, quite marvellous.
Fabulous as always Hannah, someone, somewhere, soon (for heavens sake, it must be soon) will take you out on the dream date you so richly deserve, and make you very happy for a very long time.
You’re a sweetie Michael xxx
You should’ve said: “Oh, that’s a pity. I was actually just looking for a sperm donor…”
Haha, I have a horrible feeling that he would have taken me up on the offer. He was quite forward..