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You might be shocked to hear it: but magnificent Michelle Marsh once had trouble in the dating game.
Not a lack of prospective male squeezes, of course. That'd be plain silly talk. But the quality wasn't always up to much by the sound of things for the Oldham eyeful.
Blighty's leading bra-avoider 'fessed to a heinous romantic flop, when she lolled suggestively at a recent ritual MegaStar disrobing for your fevered goggle-eyes.
"I'd rather not mention my worst-ever date," added the bounteously-bazonkered sizzle-sort insistently, seconds before rattling on about it for ages, warts and all.
"You see, I'd been looking forward to a really romantic night with this chap. I really had my hopes up.
"We had a lovely time and went back to my place. I ran a long, hot, deep bath and lit candles, setting the scene.
"And then this awful thing happened. The bloke I'd been out with came in and peed on my back."
Told him to zip up and sling his hook, then, did we?
"No - I ended up going out with him for five years!"
A surprise winning dating strategy, then. Not recommended for everyone.
