Arranged to meet a married man one time. We really clicked online and couldn't wait to actually see each other.
So I slipped off one night and met up with him. Were walking in town, getting to know each other when, blow me down with a feather, we bumped into a very good friend of mine.
As it was under the radar, I introduced the married man as a new friend and continued the conversation with a view to ditching my old friend at the earliest possible convenience.
Only they got along. Really well. Really annoyingly well.
And time kept on passing... 20mins, 30mins, 40mins... and they kept chatting.
As an hour approached I was not interested with discussing the finer points of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and actually pretty pissed off and nearly ditched both of them. Hijacked!
I did manage to rescue it, just, although I was seriously hacked off, and managed to give my old friend the slip so we could continue.
My friend, who knows me well, quizzed me after - "Who was that guy? How did we meet? Is he gay?"
Love you dearly but fuck off