This little gem is quite entertaining, however thankfully I am not only twittarded and cannot tweet, I am also not dateable so these are things I have never experienced!
In August this year, inspired by a particularly horrendous date he'd just had and fed up with the trials of single life, journalist and author Rhodri Marsden invited his Twitter followers to send in their worst ever dating experiences (in 140 characters or less, of course). Within hours Rhodri was flooded with 1000s of crazy, shocking and hilarious true stories of dating disasters. emilyhill1982: Told him I liked reading, he said he wanted to burn all libraries and then talked about football for hours. Abzbyrne: I had one who turned up, on a warm summer evening, in a huge arran jumper because he thought I'd like that being Irish.
A good date can be exhilarating: a shared joke, an improbable spark, long moments of gazing fondly into each other's eyes.
Not so for the dating disasters featured in this collection of laugh-out-loud actual tweets about the most terrible evenings imaginable.
And as the word spread, people all over the world began to submit their calamitous experiences, sending Rhodri's Tweet viral and attracting the attention of newspapers, TV shows and online magazines drawn to this incredible story. everyone: Adele LBamber: He drank A LOT & talked about his sister A LOT.
Crap Dates is the best from Rhodri's hilarious collection of real-life dating howlers, and is guaranteed to bring a smile to anyone who has ever had a bad date .
I don't know why so many people have marked it down because a lot of the Tweets are cringey rather than funny.
For me the contents are exactly as described on the tin- "In this hilarious, poignant and toe-curling collection of real-life dating disasters, Rhodri Marsden brings together hundreds of bizarre tales that were enthusiastically shared on Twitter by a community of brave, intrepid and somewhat battle-scarred datees."It is obviously never going to be made into a film or play, so it's following will always be limited, and that is what made it entirely different for me from the last book I read.
It took me an hour to get through (scanned over the admittedly slightly painful periodic paragraphs about the different types of disastrous daters), and when I had finished my partner decided that he also wanted to read it.
There's an introduction and some general, uninspired commentary on the different types of bad dates one might encounter ("the sexual deviant," "the macho poser," "the unhinged drunkard"), but I could have done without all of that.
The good part here (mildly funny and somewhat sad) are the short short stories of bad bad dates.