Jayden Gets Caught Out! | First Dates

Where do you live? Brighton. Brighton? B-Town. B-Town? Yeah. You might know some of my friends from Brighton. Probably. Everyone knows ******* everyone in Brighton. Do you know a boy called George? Oh, yeah, that narrows it down. George. George Langchild. Oh, you know George Langchild? I was in his Spanish class. He went to my school. Oh, my God. How do you know George? George is like my bum buddy. Literally, he's one of my closest friends. Oh, my God. Me and him grew up together. And our innocence, we grew up together. Now I know that you're trouble. Oh, God. I'm like the opposite of George, I'd say. Bollocks. Anyone who hangs out with George is going to be just like George. Oh, I've got no time for that. Oh, my God. Oh. I was trying to look like a nice, modest gentleman until she realised who I was friends with. Hello? Hi. He knows George Langchild. The minute she knew that I knew him, she just knew everything about me there was to know. She knew exactly what type of person I was. The whole picture I was trying to hide, she just knew it instantly. He was like, I'm George's wingman. I was like, great, brilliant. I do actually want to get in a relationship because I'm at that age now where I'm just bored of just poncing about with girls, and I want to get someone and actually enjoy her company as much as she enjoys mine and build something from it. I'm definitely too scared of being hurt. This is why I go around, you know, booty calls or whatever, because I'm not going to be hurt if I do that. Oh, I'm ******* it up. I'm just fed up of it.