Dating disaster story numero uno was the time I met a guy for food and drinks locally. Great evening and he kindly agreed to escort me home in a taxi. All was well until my back seat travel sickness kicked in, largely fuelled by copious amounts of vodka! I was sick all over him, myself and in my handbag. I was MORTIFIED! I’d made it all the way to my street too! He didn’t seem to mind and wanted to see me again but I couldn’t face him. I’ve bumped into him a few times now and we share the ‘nod’. You know, acknowledgement that it happened. Very embarrassing moment to say the least!