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When is a country pub not a country pub?


Penelope invited me over for a drink in a pub near her on Monday evening.

She lives in a satellite town to London and said we could go to a country pub which sounded like a lovely way to end the weekend.

She met me at the train station in a car. Which I was surprised by. This would mean no drinking,  but country pubs don’t often have very good transport links so I suppose it made sense.

She started the car as we caught up and after about three turns we stopped. We weren’t in the countryside. We were on an street with houses. I couldn’t even see any green.

We were at a pub near to the station, like really near. We probably could have walked it in ten minutes.

It wasn’t really a country pub, more of a suburban pub. It was an old, slightly rough looking place with about dozen people in to who welcomed Penelope and eyed me up a bit strangely.

We got our drinks and sat down at a table. A man was performing loud Dire Straights covers with a guitar in the corner of the pub. It was so noisy it was hard to have a conversation.

We chatted about work stuff. She mentioned someone who is in her PhD group who is being a bit weird and we giggled about a few things. Most of these conversations happened in the pauses between songs because the singing man was offensively loud.

A few hours later it was time to get the last train home so we hopped into the car. The subject of previous relationships came up. I told her about the angry letter and how that went down.

She explained that she had broken up with her previous chap a month or so ago because it hadn’t been going anywhere, and that they had been going out for four years.

He had even worked in the pub we had just visited which explained why the locals were giving me weird looks. I suddenly felt a bit weird about the whole thing. Why did she decide to take me to that pub?

Even stranger she mentioned that she was meeting up with the ex the next day to make sure he understood it was over. Why wouldn’t he get that? I was suddenly a bit perplexed by the whole thing.

It had been a very strange weekend.

Marriage percentage: 20% – Couldn’t we have gone to a different pub?

  1. guerillakitchen
    May 3, 2011 at 1:23 pm

    Toast, face it. You attract the wrong sort of women. That suburban-pub-where-my-ex-boyfriend-who-I’m-not-over-yet visit was another, altogether messier, version of the angry letter – you were just an innocent tool. Suggest you let Biscuit pick your dates in future – but then we wouldn’t have so much fun reading about them I guess.

  2. MrsD
    May 3, 2011 at 1:31 pm

    More importantly, was she wearing see-through clothes again?

  3. May 3, 2011 at 1:59 pm

    Guerilla – I suspect you are right. The pub stuff was weird.

    MrsD – Normal clothes, sadly.

  4. MrsD
    May 3, 2011 at 2:06 pm

    In which case, keep searching. Her behaviour sounds weird and she is potentially a nutbag. Stay friends instead.

    • May 3, 2011 at 7:00 pm

      MrsD – So no strip dance offs?

  5. MrsD
    May 3, 2011 at 7:54 pm

    Well, with the flimsy-sounding clothes she seems fond of, you may not need to bother. Take her out for a walk on a windy day and her outfit may well just blow off.

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