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Metro
5 days ago
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The date was going well - until we hit a strip club
At 25, I hit the dating apps – hard. I'd been single for about 18 months, having split with my long-term boyfriend for the simple reason that you don't tend to marry the guy you met at Clapham's Infernos when you're 21. It turned out I could do well as I really fancy short(er) guys, and every other woman seemed not to. I didn't have to be the best looking woman in the world, I just had to be in their inbox. While the app wasn't full of firemen, police men, or other hunks as the promo content implied (maybe they were thinking of the Village People?), I quickly matched with Dylan* and we started chatting. We almost got into a weird, penpal-type situation where we'd send each other long, hilarious messages that were almost competitively funny. So when he broke the jam and suggested going drinking and people-watching in a central London bar at 3pm on a Saturday, I agreed. While I was happy to go where the night took me, I had no idea just how mad things would get on that date. He arrived late and flustered, but at 5'7, blonde, blue-eyed and almost angelic-looking, he was forgiven. We sat at an outside table and ordered this fancy new drink everyone was talking about: a mojito. We nattered away, with Dylan telling me an anecdote about a dead dog on the Tube. Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! Sadly, it was a classic urban legend I'd read on the internet years before. Still, I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, and the chat was soon flowing as well as the drinks. One mojito turned into two, which turned into 10, and when it was closing time, we weren't sure where to go next. That's when someone, I truly can't remember who, suggested the strip club. Obviously, it was 'for a joke' but suddenly, we were heading to a London erotic dancing venue famed for being a tourist trap. I think we thought we were young, wild, and hedonistic. We were certainly very, very drunk and on a date that had now been going for 10 hours too long. Inside, it was immediately awkward. The dancers seemed as bemused as we were at the situation. We were shown to the table and audibly gulped at the prices. About £7 a beer – which all those years ago, was a lot. But we decided to drink through it. Dylan paid for everything, doing that very male thing of saying, 'No, no, I've got this, don't worry', despite the very large bill. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact Neither of us wanted private shows, but within minutes a dancer had clambered onto the table, kicking over our overpriced beers in the process. She was wearing underwear but was completely topless. Dylan was more embarrassed than me, so he didn't really look. While Dylan was studying the menu prices and fending off dancers trying to drag him into the champagne room, I ended up talking to one known as 'Sapphire' for ages about her university course. She was studying biomedical sciences, so we spent half the night huddled over a napkin brainstorming career options over the top of very loud 90s R&B. 'Most expensive date I've ever been on,' Dylan muttered as we left around 4am. We went back to his place, a sprawling four-storey house he shared with his siblings in South London. But we didn't have sex: I don't think either of us could, or wanted to at that point – either down to drunkenness, overexposure, or both! Eventually, our conversation started to fizzle out. He started seeing someone else, and so did I. I told the story a few times to friends and forgot about him. Until one bank holiday weekend, around a year later. It was around 1am, and I was outside my flat with two mates, when a black cab pulled up. Dylan stepped out. More Trending He'd been nearby, remembered I lived around there from a cancelled plan months before, and thought he'd try his luck. No message. No call. No heads up. He hugged me like no time had passed and he joined me and my mates upstairs for a spontaneous drinking session. Sooner or later, Dylan and I were having sex in my bathroom, as my housemate who actually had to work that next day angrily banged on the door. He left in the morning, and I never saw him again. But I do still have that napkin with the biomedical science CV notes, in a shoebox of odd memories under my bed, just in case Sapphire ever needs it. Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. MORE: I filmed myself having sex – I was shocked it turned me on MORE: I got gonorrhoea, but my doctor doubted my explanation MORE: After a bad breakup two years ago, my boyfriend and I are trying again
Metro
10-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
My date with a famous rapper ended with his startling dinosaur confession
'Wait…you 'believe' in dinosaurs?' he said, leaning forward, eyes peeking out over the top of his sunglasses. How did I end up on a date with one of the UK's most well-known rappers (at the time, anyway) discussing the existence of dinosaurs, you ask? Well, let me take you back in time. The year was 2011. I was working as a vocalist, doing session work and gigging, and signed to a small label myself. I often socialised and worked with other UK artists, so it wasn't unusual for famous figures in the industry to slide into my DMs, except back then, it was Facebook Chat. My Blackberry pinged (remember those? Remember that sound?) and I opened a message from a rapper. He said we had briefly met a few years back when I was in a girlband performing at the same event, and was I interested in doing some vocals for his new music? Our chat soon turned into flirty banter, and he asked if I fancied meeting for a drink. Now, I knew that mixing business with pleasure, especially in the music industry, was a bad, bad idea. But I did really fancy him, and I was single. What was the worst that could happen, right? Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! 'Come to The Savoy on Friday, I'm staying here, let's have some wine, talk about music, it will be fun,' he messaged. My eyes rolled. Ah, a date-in-your-hotel-room kind of vibes. Nice try buddy, but I didn't just fall off the turnip truck. I suggested somewhere a bit more communal. He said he didn't like 'meeting girls for a date in public' because the paps would take photos and it always got out of hand, and asked if we could meet somewhere more private, like the hotel bar. My heart was saying don't do it… but I was in my era of running on dreams and bad decisions. Friday rolled around. I got to the hotel bar and he was sitting in a booth with sunglasses on at 9pm at night in low lighting. I did wonder if he could actually see me. He stood up and pulled out a chair with a beaming smile. He was instantly very likeable, and chatty. We talked for a good two hours or so over some wine; he played his new unreleased music for me through headphones, and asked for my thoughts, and he listened to my new stuff, too. Then he asked if I wanted a shot of vodka. 'Sure!' I thought to myself, 'let's carry on making bad decisions!' There was a TV screen on in the bar, and an advert for a toy Barney the Dinosaur came on. I don't know why. I've tried to remember why this would have been airing at such a time and place, but facts are facts. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact He glanced up at it, and said 'I used to love that show as a kid. Made me think they were real, ha!' I giggled. 'Aww you thought Barney was real? That's cute!' 'Nah,' he said laughing, 'I mean, the show made me think dinosaurs were real as a kid, so funny, right?'. I was so perplexed. Was he trying to tell me they never existed at all? 'You know…' he carried on. 'like when you used to believe in Father Christmas, I thought dinosaurs actually existed, too'. I paused. 'But I mean…they…did…?' I said slowly, nervously giggling, thinking he must be having me on. 'You believe in dinosaurs, babe?!' he said, with a questioning, serious look on his face now. I found myself questioning my sanity. Had I had too much to drink? Was I completely out of touch with reality? Was I being Punk'd? It was like one of those dreams where nothing makes sense. 'I don't 'believe' in them…' I finally said. 'There's historical evidence they existed on earth before us. Bones. Fossilised footprints…' Surely, now, he was going to tell me he was just joking. 'You're SO funny babe!' he said, rubbing my leg and sighing, like I was a ditzy airhead. This was going to be a long night. I was going to need another shot of vodka. 'So, question…' OK. OK. This was my last attempt to convince him. 'You've never been to the Natural History Museum? And seen dinosaur bones and all the evidence?' 'I mean, yeah,' he said, waving his hand dramatically 'but it's not REAL , is it?!' It was time to give up, although I couldn't stop laughing (to myself, on the inside). More Trending The rest of the date was lighthearted and fun – he was a really nice guy: Charming, chivalrous, and funny without realising how funny he was. I did fancy him. But I knew nothing serious would come of this interaction, nor did I presume it would when he had a sea of girls pining after him constantly. But he was harmless, and interesting. We did see each other again, quite a few times, and I always enjoyed my time with him. But if I ever hear his old songs come on when I'm out in a bar, or on the radio, I always have a little chuckle and remember the night when I was laughed at for 'believing' in the existence of dinosaurs. Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. MORE: I'm a human cash machine for my kids – I'm completely to blame MORE: A nice woman rented my room – then I discovered her boyfriend's identity MORE: I was enjoying shower sex with my date – until he looked down
Metro
09-05-2025
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- Metro
I was enjoying shower sex with my date - until he looked down
I was 19, I had just come out of a long-term relationship and was looking to experiment sexually. After countless swipes to both left and right on a dating app, 'Congratulations! You have a new match!' flashed on my phone. He ticked all the boxes – he was attractive, liked animals and made it clear in his bio he wasn't after anything serious. I am going to call him George. George sent the first message in classic dating app style, 'Would you like to borrow my tuner? You're looking pretty sharp to me'. Although his opening cheesy line didn't grip me, I was thrilled to have found someone suitable so soon. As we got talking, we found that we had quite a bit in common — both of our main passions included reading and listening to electronic music. We warmed up to each other pretty fast over text and confirmed we would like to keep our relationship strictly physical. We arranged our first date for the next day. He didn't drink alcohol so we didn't start off in a bar. Instead, I did a few shots of tequila before heading to his flat. When I got there, I was relieved that I found George attractive. He exuded sexuality and inevitably, one of the first topics we discussed in greater detail was our sexual history. Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! Both of us had come out of long-term relationships and felt that sexual boredom played a big part in our breakups. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact Once we were comfortable with each other and the conversation followed a rhythm, I suggested we try anal sex. I wasn't nervous, surprisingly, when I asked if he had tried anal – to which he said no. The confidence paid off as it turned out anal was something we both really wanted to try. After reading a basic guide to anal sex on Women's Health , we were exhilarated and ready to try it out. We quickly decided on a safe word, 'Lego', in case one of us felt uncomfortable or wanted to stop at any time. It wasn't long before Tame Impala was blasting through his speakers. The shots of tequila I did earlier kicked in with a bit of nausea, but we both lost ourselves to the hypnotic production of Yes I'm Changing. After a bit of foreplay, the music moved with us into the shower, which is where we felt comfortable doing it for the first time. I turned the shower on and hot water trickled down both our bodies. I took a few deep breaths before we gave anal a go. Even tequila couldn't prepare me for the first time – it felt like an uncomfortable medical procedure. But I persevered and the steamy shower definitely helped get me through. George was also gentle and went at an appropriate speed, which helped with some of the sharp pain I felt to begin with. But the sore part was soon over and I got to enjoy something I've been wanting to try for quite some time. However, just when I was beginning to understand Gwyneth Paltrow's obsession with anal sex, the music stopped playing. I turned around and George was looking down at himself and back at me in confusion and disgust. Before I could ask what was wrong, he asked: 'Do you know what pinworms are?' Pinworms, also known as threadworms, are tiny worms that lay eggs around the anus area. It's an uncomfortable infection I was very familiar with as a child. I was infected several times between the ages of five and nine. It's easily passed on from one person to another, as the eggs can be inhaled from the air or deposited onto food, but medication is easily accessible. Not all pinworm infections are accompanied by symptoms, but signs that you have one include: intense itching around the anus not being able to sleep properly due to discomfort around the anus skin irritation in that area visible pinworms around your anus or in your stool A pinworm is roughly 1/4 to 1/2 inch in size and look like small worms with a tail that tapers to a point. It was clear to me by that point I was infected with pinworms – although, I had none of the symptoms. The most common symptom is an itchy anus, which becomes intense overnight. I was embarrassed to admit I knew what pinworms were in case it made me look even worse, so I lied and asked him to explain while I tried to clean myself up. He pointed at the worms on his penis; it felt like I was in a science lesson at school, investigating through a microscope. There were several of them, extremely small in size and still wiggling. He explained that he had had it as a child. I was relieved with his familiarity, but I was too awkward to speak, so I just nodded. By this point it was already quite late and he didn't feel comfortable sending me home so he made me stay the night. We spent the rest of the night in silence staring at the ceiling. More Trending He tried to lighten the mood up by showing me some of his poetry and the type of porn he enjoys watching. But I think I preferred the awkward silence. The morning couldn't have come quick enough. Without engaging in much conversation, we both got up and raced for the door. His destination was a pharmacy and mine was anywhere but his flat. I didn't look back as I left and I made sure to delete his number and all forms of contact. It's safe to say that was the first and last time I tried anal. View More » This article was first published May 25, 2024 Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. 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Metro
03-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
I went home with my date - then the mummy issues became clear
Standing in his bedroom, staring at the two single mattresses pushed together, my date, Will*, pointed to the one on the left. 'This is where I sleep', he said. Without blinking, he moved his hand to the mattress on the right. A part of me knew what he was going to say next and I felt a panic rise in me. '…and this is where Mummy sleeps'. Alarm bells were ringing so loudly they were all I could hear. The Oedipus complex was very real. When we arrived at his house earlier that night, Will said his mum was out, but that I would most likely meet her later. I hadn't expected to meet a parent so soon – this was only our second date – and by the end of the house tour, I was thoroughly shaken. I don't know what compelled me to stay except a morbid curiosity to meet the woman who had borne such a weirdly attached son. Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! Will was pouring himself a whiskey, when his mum abruptly entered. I immediately stood up to greet her, but she didn't exactly shake my hand back. In fact, she ignored me and instead, picked up an ironing board, bundle of clothing and began ironing – with a face like thunder. I sat back down, confused – I didn't react, I was taken aback and sat in awkward silence. 'Mummy, don't be rude to my guest!' Will slurred. She stormed off upstairs to their bedroom. It takes a lot to make me uncomfortable, but this scene was undeniably awkward. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was merely trying to go on a sweet and innocent date – how did I end up here? Earlier that month, as I was weaving through a dive venue with a pint, someone stumbled in my periphery. I turned around to apologise and was met with a blonde, twenty-something wearing an outrageously expensive suit. A little incongruous for this gig, it wasn't really the dress code. But instead of turning away, he started to engage in conversation. He was handsome, so I let it happen. He theatrically pretended to be blown away by my perfume – 'you smell incredible! What is that?!' he yelled over the music. I replied that it was Dolce & Gabbana's 'Light Blue', which I had doused myself in for a date – but I was there alone. It had been six long months of singledom and I was ready to date again. I met a friend of a friend on a night out, and organised this date with him. But, standing there on the night, I realised he wasn't going to turn up. But, I must admit, I was enjoying Will's attention. He asked me about my 'situation', to which I honestly answered, 'single'. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact This gave him the signal he needed and he leaned in – we shared an electric and passionate kiss and swapped numbers. I soon forgot about being stood up. After a week of messaging, we met for a date in Soho. We sat at the bar mixing all our drinks and got tipsy quickly. The conversation flowed and we laughed a lot. At that point, I thought he was a promising date and I could see myself with him. I noticed Will talked about his mum a lot, and at first, I admired his respect for her. When I brought up his dad, he brushed him off as an 'idiot father' with a grimace. He didn't want to talk about him, so I continued to listen about his saint mother. The date ended with a kiss and when I arrived home, Will had messaged: 'let's do this again soon?' I fancied him and was looking forward to lining up a second date. The following week, Will was waiting for me at Ealing station and walked us to a bustling nearby pub. We still had chemistry, laughter and good conversation – so I ignored the potential mummy issues I clocked on the first date. After last orders, Will suggested drinks and a tour of his fixer-upper home. He claimed to be able to make a mean whiskey cocktail and had all the ingredients, so I accepted the invite – the pace felt right. I knew I should have fled after the bedroom tour and I regretted not going with my gut. But the time had finally come and I politely made my excuse to head home. I was freaked out. I told a couple of close friends whose jaws hit the floor. So I was surprised when Will texted me three weeks after the second date, the day before Valentine's Day with 'I don't have time to be your boyfriend, but we could be friends with benefits?' His busy schedule was the least of my concerns. I could have ghosted but courteously declined his booty call request and never saw him again. This experience, while a great story, has taught me to be more discerning when dating. More Trending I was younger then, but now, I'm not afraid to ask questions if a guy presents an amber flag. In this case, although there's nothing wrong with having a close relationship with your mother, there's a line between healthy and unhinged. There are limits to everything and my limit was Will. *Name has been changed MORE: Six companies in the UK that give dads 52 weeks paid paternity leave, ahead of protests MORE: The 7 main reasons why you're 'chronically single' and can't find love MORE: I've spent 16 months being rejected from jobs I'm over-qualified for
Metro
26-04-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
I complained about romance on the radio and bagged myself a date
Hearing the radio presenter read out a text from a listener, I got a warm little glow in my tummy. The text in question described me as an amazing person – or words to that effect – and I must admit it was a real confidence boost. Earlier in the programme, when the presenter suggested, on air, that this was a great opportunity to find me a man, I'd wanted the ground to swallow me whole. I was so embarrassed. But, as my fellow guest that day was romance expert Sukh Kaur, I thought, what the hell. We spent the next 20 minutes talking about my chequered dating life and then that text arrived. I hadn't gone on air that day looking for a date, but when you're 42 and a single mum of two kids, you need to be open for love to find you – even if it is in unconventional ways. For the most part, I'm pretty happy on my own. Being single gives me lots of freedom to enjoy the things I love like solo spa days or going hiking. But having someone to share experiences and special moments with – a real partner – does appeal a bit. I've been in relationships before, of course. My last serious one ended about two years ago, after it had run its course, and before that I was engaged to be married. Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! Recently, I've found myself back at square one and let me tell you, dating in your 40s is a very different ball game from dating in your 20s. For a start, it used to be a longer process. You'd have to meet in the first place, then arrange a date and put some time and effort into it. Today, you can get a date at the touch of a button, or decide after two weeks of chatting online that he's not the one for you and block and delete before you've even met him. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact But perhaps one of the best things about dating now though is that I've got enough life experience by this point to understand what's truly important. There's less time for messing around, and I'm less tolerant of nonsense. I've got very strong boundaries and I'm much more secure in knowing what I want, and what I can bring to a relationship. So, when I was invited to BBC Radio Leicester for my regular guest slot in November last year, and talk quickly turned from all the crazy things going on in my world as a PR and social media expert, to romance, I was happy to have the chance to talk quite openly about how I felt about dating. I told how I'd been messaging a particular guy at the time, but didn't go into any huge detail about him. We'd connected on the apps a couple of weeks earlier. The conversation flowed and we got on well. I was very open minded as to what might come from it, but I didn't have any huge expectations. What I didn't realise, however, was that this guy I'd been chatting to on the apps listened to the show – and within half an hour he'd sent that flattering message in. While I didn't know for sure it was him at the time, I had my suspicions as they read out his first name. After the show, when we were messaging again, I got the confirmation I needed. Next thing I knew the team asked me if I'd come back on for a date with him live on air. Admittedly, I was very nervous – I felt vulnerable about sharing such a personal experience so publicly – but ultimately I decided to go for it. A week or so later we both appeared on the programme again – me in the studio and him on the phone – in a sort of Blind Date set up. We asked each other three questions, most of which are a blur to me now as I was so nervous, but I do remember asking him what he wanted to be when he grew up when he was a child. I think he said something about wanting to be a pilot but said he was too short, which made me giggle because I'm quite short myself. I also asked about his favourite song or movie, and his answer involved Dirty Dancing, which was a huge tick for me because it's one of my favourite films. His answers really made me smile, so it was all very positive – which is lucky really as, what the team didn't know until the morning of our 'on-air date', was that the guy and I had arranged to meet up straight after the show. We met at a bar nearby for some drinks and it was really nice to meet him in person. It was great to find our conversation flowed just as well when we were together. We got on well, which resulted in a really nice first date and continued to talk for a while afterwards, but we never got to a second one. I think we both felt we didn't have enough time to invest in dating at that point. They invited me on the show near Valentine's Day to provide an update – but sadly I wasn't available to let listeners know what happened. I'm sure they're eagerly awaiting news! It may not have led to anything serious, but there were no hard feelings and it was a really fun experience to have. More Trending I've had a couple of dates since then, all through the apps, but there's been no more crazy radio antics to speak of and I'm still happily single. But I'd definitely recommend putting yourself out there in more unusual ways when it comes to dating. The dating world is not an easy one to navigate nowadays as it is, but you can have a laugh along the way if you let yourself. If nothing else, think of the fantastic stories and memories you'll make. As told to Claire O'Boyle Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. MORE: My child didn't want to put his shoes on – teachers restrained him MORE: Spring is the season to plant relationship seeds — your star sign's tarot love horoscope MORE: I went to give my ex head – then I vomited
