So I went on my date. It was by far the best date I've ever had. She orders wine, but says she'd usually go for a beer (winner for me, I like girls who are one of the lads) and on the drive over we're talking loads. We had a great laugh and a little sexual innuendo was thrown around, couple drinks and we'd made out like two hours in - seriously good vibe off the girl so I made a move.
Twited to hit another pub but it'd just closed, took her back to mine and she inadvertently met my folks and my uncle, which was fine, she handled it like a pro and seemed well till she went to have a smoke out the back and my mother managed to passively accuse me of smoking, which made her panic and claim she then wasn't good enough for me because "i'm going places and destined for great things"
Fuck.
Wound up driving her home shortly after, much kissing ensued, seeing her this weekend. Sucks playing damage control though, esp as it was going perfectly till right at the end. More fool me for taking her back to mine I suppose. 90% success IMO. Looking forward to the weekend.
Repost from my fail - late daythread.

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