So Many Horror Stories Coffee Break Tale

What could go wrong with internet dating…?

Vicky hadn’t told any of her colleagues she’d arranged to meet a man from a dating website, but when the nerves started getting the better of her one evening, she snatched up her mobile, called her old friend Lesley and told her what she was going to do.

“Really?” Lesley said, as if Vicky had just announced that she was planning to scale Everest. “But you said you’d never get involved with a man again after Joe dumped you.”

“But I’m lonely,” Vicky explained, hoping her friend would encourage her. “So get a cat,” Lesley suggested. Vicky laughed. “But a cat wouldn’t talk to me and I need to be with someone again. I’m bored.”

“Yes, but at least you’re safe,” Lesley pointed out. “I’ve heard so many horror stories about these dating websites, Vicky. Some terrible things go on. Have you seen a photo of this man?”

“Yes, I have,” Vicky said, a smile playing across her lips.

“Well, you might be in for a disappointment,” Lesley said, obviously realising that Vicky had been quite taken with the photograph she’d seen. “Lots of men use old photographs, you know. One woman met up with a man who turned out to be about twenty years older than he said he was!” “Yes, but not many people do that.” “No – some use fake photographs,” Lesley growled. “One guy my friend met used a picture of a male model. He looked more like Mr Blobby in the flesh!”

Vicky had to laugh at that. kept serenading her every night. He stood outside and belted out power ballads. Drove her round the bend!”

Vicky pictured the scene and laughed. “Could he sing?”

“Well, yes, apparently he did a mean Bon Jovi, but that’s not the point! You don’t want somebody singing to you every night, do you?” “I quite like Livin’ On A Prayer…” “Not at two in the morning!” “I suppose not,” Vicky said. “I don’t think anything like that’s going to happen, though. This man’s really nice.” “But you thought Joe was nice.” “He was nice,” Vicky said. “It was my fault he dumped me.” “What?” Lesley shrieked. “I neglected him. I was obsessed with my job and I kept letting him down.”

“Yes, but he shouldn’t have dumped you. He should have talked to you.”

“I wouldn’t have listened,” Vicky said, remembering how inconsiderate she’d been. “I wasn’t ready for a relationship back then, Lesley. I was far too selfish, but I’ve learned my lesson. I’m not going to talk about myself at all on this date.” “So what will you talk about?” “Him,” Vicky said, deciding not to go into any more detail in case Lesley worked out who she was meeting and came out with a horror story about a woman who’d gone back out with an ex.

She was sure the date was going to be fine. She and Joe had been talking everything through for months, and she’d agreed to meet up with him because she’d fallen in love with him all over again.

Her heart had flipped when she’d come across his photo on the website and she’d melted when she’d first heard his voice on the phone. It had felt like old times, and she hadn’t hesitated when Joe finally suggested they meet.

She’d agreed to a date and felt nothing but excitement until the nerves had set in, but talking to Lesley’s horror stories had made her realise that she had no reason to feel nervous at all.

If the evening went half as well as their phone calls had, she’d have a love story to relate instead.