I'm in a bit of a mood this evening, so this might not be as comical as I may have intended. But nonetheless, the quest for true love isn't always fun and games....
I've been quite busy since Episode 9. I think I went out almost out every night last week and it made me realise that I may have been in danger of becoming old before my time. Aside from last week I can only just remember when I last went out on the razz. And that is shocking! I am only 27. I am still in the bosom of youth. So I'm going to make an effort to go out a little more. And I think you all should too.
Because it is nice once in a while.
Man wise, things have been getting a little sticky. I've had to put Boy No 3 on hold (although he doesn't know it) because quite simply I just can't keep track. And also all 3 boys live in Headingley which just makes things ridiculously awkward.
Paul and I have been out again; he's a nice young chap, but this week I've been queuing up Boy No 2. Sam.
So Sam is from guardian dating, he became my fan (yes that's how they put it) a few weeks back, and we've been emailing through Facebook mainly and have had a couple of online chats. He's the lead guitarist in a band and he seems pretty cool. And he is also a fox.
Anyway I think we were supposed to go out a couple of weeks ago, but never got round to it because of something or other, and when we were chatting online last week, I mentioned it again and we decided to go out on Sunday (just gone). We left it that he would call me before then to decide when and where.
Now, those of you who keep up with Facebook will know that I had a bit of phone trauma over the weekend and was disconnected from the world for quite some time. So I facebooked Sam on Sunday morning to say that I could still go out, but I didn't have a phone. And then as fate would have it, we happened to both be online early on Sunday afternoon.
I opened up a chat window and did the usual hello etc, and he replied with "Oh. hey, i was just emailing you". And then I got "Er, my mate has just had some bad personal news and I don't really want to go out tonight. Could we take a raincheck?"
WTF!!
Bad personal news??
I know i'm probably a cynic, but why make up such a flamboyant lie?? If you've chickened out, or you can't be bothered, just say you forgot your parents were coming or something, and can we reschedule?
Don't make up some stupid reason. Or even, say you have a hangover or you don't feel well. Don't insult my intelligence with bad personal news of your mate's. That's just stupid.
Bad personal news. What does that even mean?
Anyway, so of course I said it was fine, we chatted for a little bit, and then he said "See you later".
He won't.
So that left me a little deflated. But I'm not one to wallow in self pity. Oh no.
I promptly picked myself up again, messaged Paul and asked if he wanted to go for dinner & drinks this coming Thursday. Which he did, and this made me feel rather chuffed with myself.
Fast forward to this evening, and I get a text message from Paul...
"Hi, sorry I can't do Thursday anymore. I have football. Are you free tomorrow night?"
I'm sorry??
Football??
Over a girl?
Football?
Over a girl?
WTF?!
I know we've only been out twice, but you'd think he'd sacrifice one game to spend an evening in my company?
Anyway, so of course I said it was fine, but I couldn't do tomorrow as I was already busy.
So in the space of 1 week, I have gone from two dates to no dates.
I don't understand. What have I done?
I hope it's not Karma trying to bite me in the ass because I've been greedy.
So i'm thinking I might reinstate Boy No 3. Who looks exactly like Christopher. I don't think this is such a bad thing, but most of you lot are telling me otherwise.
Each to their own eh?
There are no boys this weekend as I'm off to London for Sarah's hen do. Can you believe it, they're getting married in 6 weeks! OH MY GOD!
I am so excited I could burst.
Anyway, that was just an aside. Perhaps I'll meet a foxy boy at the wedding......
Laters
xx
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Episode 9: The one which was pleasantly surprising
Man: Paul
Age: 27
Description: Accountant, 6ftish, Dark brown hair, lovely eyes, Good body.
Venue: Skippy's 9.15pm last night
So a new year has begun, and with that comes the prospect of new men. Three in fact. Yes, the proverbial myth really is true; I've sat around waiting for guys, and now 3 have come along at once. They are all from different frequencies of the spectrum but nonetheless are all fighting fit, reasonably foxy and worth my time.
They're also all courtesy of match.com which I know is lazy, but it's too cold to go out and hunt for men in the traditional way.
Boy No 1 emailed me at some point last week to break the news that the millrace has closed down (i'd quoted that it was a favourite restaurant in my profile). His profile read well, he seemed a nice lad, but his profile photo was him wearing a mullet wig and dressed as an 80's policeman! Try as I might, I couldn't really ignore this, and automatically wrote him off - especially since he used words like awesome, wacky, bummer in his email. I replied politely and left it at that.
The next day he'd replied back, and had cracked a few lame jokes and I decided to not bother replying.
The next day I got another email saying 'Do you want to go for a drink?'
I thought about it, but didn't reply.
The next day, I got another email circa 100words apologising for 'rushing things' and he hoped he hadn't overstepped the mark etc......well it was in the style of Stephen Episode 6. This totally turned my stomach and I decided that I definately wasn't going to bother.
Fortunately Sarah (who I should listen to given that she's engaged to a lovely boy) and Rachel (who too is married to a lovely boy) told me that I should get over myself and give him a chance.
So I did.
Anyway, so we ended up having a couple of drinks in Trio last night.
Fortunately, he turned out to be a bit of a hottie, so I was quite chuffed with myself when I saw him at the bar. We sat down and did the 'So how was your day' routine. Obviously my day had been plastered all over Calendar news so we just chatted about that for a bit, and just standard date type chat.
What's weird is that we didn't really talk about ourselves that much, just stuff we liked in common really. And it was nice. At times he seemed to have a wandering eye but I think he was fairly interested in what I had to say.
Shortly before 11pm, he started looking a bit itchy and shifting about it in his seat. So I just blurted out "Are you ok, you look like you want to go?"
And he was like "Erm well yeah I've got an early start in the morning so.... erm yeah"
And I was like " Oh. I see. Okay then, let's go".
I was a bit put out given that we'd only been out an hour and a half, but decided not to make an issue of it.
So we walk downstairs and I was turning right, and he was going left. We did the whole 'Nice to meet you routine' and he goes "Do you want to go out again?"
And I was totally gobsmacked as I was convinced he'd been trying to escape for the past 20 minutes. I sort of pulled a contorted face and went "Er okay then yeah, call me ?"
And then he leaned in to kiss me, but he caught me off guard, and I was still totally freaked out, so I turned my cheek and he got that awkward half way place at the side of my mouth.
Which I think he thought was pretty fair, and he walked off into the night.
As it happens, I'm convinced that he's a much more normal person in real life than on paper and all the lame jokes and that must have been some sort of cover as he seemed totally different yesterday and a lot more natural
I'm still putting him in the back corner for now though until I've been out with Sam. That's probably going to be next week, so keep your eyes peeled for that.
Laters xx
Age: 27
Description: Accountant, 6ftish, Dark brown hair, lovely eyes, Good body.
Venue: Skippy's 9.15pm last night
So a new year has begun, and with that comes the prospect of new men. Three in fact. Yes, the proverbial myth really is true; I've sat around waiting for guys, and now 3 have come along at once. They are all from different frequencies of the spectrum but nonetheless are all fighting fit, reasonably foxy and worth my time.
They're also all courtesy of match.com which I know is lazy, but it's too cold to go out and hunt for men in the traditional way.
Boy No 1 emailed me at some point last week to break the news that the millrace has closed down (i'd quoted that it was a favourite restaurant in my profile). His profile read well, he seemed a nice lad, but his profile photo was him wearing a mullet wig and dressed as an 80's policeman! Try as I might, I couldn't really ignore this, and automatically wrote him off - especially since he used words like awesome, wacky, bummer in his email. I replied politely and left it at that.
The next day he'd replied back, and had cracked a few lame jokes and I decided to not bother replying.
The next day I got another email saying 'Do you want to go for a drink?'
I thought about it, but didn't reply.
The next day, I got another email circa 100words apologising for 'rushing things' and he hoped he hadn't overstepped the mark etc......well it was in the style of Stephen Episode 6. This totally turned my stomach and I decided that I definately wasn't going to bother.
Fortunately Sarah (who I should listen to given that she's engaged to a lovely boy) and Rachel (who too is married to a lovely boy) told me that I should get over myself and give him a chance.
So I did.
Anyway, so we ended up having a couple of drinks in Trio last night.
Fortunately, he turned out to be a bit of a hottie, so I was quite chuffed with myself when I saw him at the bar. We sat down and did the 'So how was your day' routine. Obviously my day had been plastered all over Calendar news so we just chatted about that for a bit, and just standard date type chat.
What's weird is that we didn't really talk about ourselves that much, just stuff we liked in common really. And it was nice. At times he seemed to have a wandering eye but I think he was fairly interested in what I had to say.
Shortly before 11pm, he started looking a bit itchy and shifting about it in his seat. So I just blurted out "Are you ok, you look like you want to go?"
And he was like "Erm well yeah I've got an early start in the morning so.... erm yeah"
And I was like " Oh. I see. Okay then, let's go".
I was a bit put out given that we'd only been out an hour and a half, but decided not to make an issue of it.
So we walk downstairs and I was turning right, and he was going left. We did the whole 'Nice to meet you routine' and he goes "Do you want to go out again?"
And I was totally gobsmacked as I was convinced he'd been trying to escape for the past 20 minutes. I sort of pulled a contorted face and went "Er okay then yeah, call me ?"
And then he leaned in to kiss me, but he caught me off guard, and I was still totally freaked out, so I turned my cheek and he got that awkward half way place at the side of my mouth.
Which I think he thought was pretty fair, and he walked off into the night.
As it happens, I'm convinced that he's a much more normal person in real life than on paper and all the lame jokes and that must have been some sort of cover as he seemed totally different yesterday and a lot more natural
I'm still putting him in the back corner for now though until I've been out with Sam. That's probably going to be next week, so keep your eyes peeled for that.
Laters xx
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