That decent bloke met last weekend and I made plans last night to go out and have drinks etc after I finished work at midnight. Instead, because my life at the moment is a fucking tornado, he walked into the middle of a shitstorm that happened (fucking AGAIN) at my house- fixed it and said it was the most unusual first date he had ever been on, involving knives, fights, heavies, psychedelics, homeless people, a date rapist and a lorikeet named Pepe.
Not exactly a normal beginning to a new friendship but hey- normal is boring anyway right guys?