Sunday, 18 September 2011

Date #5 - Mr Flash

Slightly unusual date set up. I was out with a friend, he was out with a friend, so it seemed appropriate that we meet.

The Guy - Same site, different day and a rather impressive profile. It didn't take long to impress me. Owner of his own security company and not afraid to brag about his income, his pictures displayed him as a confident, handsome suit wearer. Smart and rich? Couldn't be bad.

The Date - Me and my friend were sure to arrive first and were soon greeted at our table by Mr Flash and his friend. After no introduction what so ever Mr Flash settled in to conversation with me and ignored both friends at the table. His pictures were incredibly generous. He was not a handsome suit wearer. His face was scarred and he was wearing scruffy baggy jeans and an old white tshirt that had certainly seen better days (And I suspect, better dates) He was quick to buy us drinks, then vanish outside with some other people. He would then come back, buy some more drinks and go out for a cigarette, then come back, buy some more drinks and go off to talk to some other people. This guy was definitely letting the money do the talking. As the night went on Me, My friend and his friend got talking more and more and it was apparent that he did this a lot. There really isn't a lot more to say about the night. Me and my friend left, without saying goodbye, and his mate quickly ran to catch up with us and took us home. In the car he gave me his number and I gave him mine. Before I had got in to bed he had text me asking me to come back over. I politely declined.

The Result - He still talks non stop about money and I now realise he gets his girls by buying them and that just isn't me at all. Thanks but no thanks.

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Date #4 - The Old Friend

The more I think about this so called "date" the more I realise it probably wasn't.

The Guy - We met on Faceparty 6 years a go and spoke every day for around a year or two. Fast forward 6 years and I get a message on my current dating site from the very same guy. After a brief reminisce I found out he now works in my town and we decided we simply had to meet up. He then vanished in to thin air and made no contact for about a month. On reappearing he was very apologetic but gave no explanation. We arranged to meet.

The Date - He picked me up from near my house and we went to a Coffee shop just down the road. I breathed a sigh of relief when I got in the car and realised he actually looked like his pictures. Stocky and well built with just enough stubble. However it was on getting out the car I realised I had fallen in to the same lethal trap. He was short. Very short. Still we proceeded in to the coffee shop. The women took his order and asked if he would like anything else, This is where I expected him to ask what I wanted, Instead he said no thank you and handed over his money. Was I expecting too much for the man to pay? Or to even offer? We walked over to some seats. One seat a padded sofa chair, the other a metal stool. Like the true gentleman he was showing himself to be I got the metal stool.
It quickly became even more obvious to me that for him, this was anything but a date, as he spent the next hour discussing his ex, and his love for his ex, and his hate for his ex, his faults with his ex, the pros and cons of the relationship and...well... then I think I slipped in to some sort of coma because I truly don't remember a lot else. The last half an hour we discussed cars and I actually managed to interrupt a couple of times and get a few words in. Non of which he probably listened to. The best part of the entire thing was the journey home where he seemed to transform in to a different person and we had a laugh and a joke. He dropped me off in the same place he picked me up and rounded things off with a hug. His parting comment of "See you soon...well...ya know....when I'm not doing stuff" filled me with certainty that this would be another first and last date.

The Result - I think I've said enough.

Friday, 9 September 2011

Date #3 - Mr Quietly Confident

The Guy - We met online within his first week of Internet dating. We ended up speaking all night and exchanging numbers very early on. He was friendly, smart and ambitious. Within days he was telling people about me and how great I seemed. He was obviously confident we were going to get on like a house on fire.

The Date - We met in the town centre outside a popular Weatherspoons (he was late) When he first walked up to me it was apparent we may have a small problem. Small being the main word here. Not only was he rather short but he was so skinny it was almost impossible to believe this was the same guy who had declared himself a chocoholic on his profile. It was then that I realised he was supposed to be 27 and it looked more like I had taken my baby brother out for lunch.
His first words "I'm nervous" put me totally as ease.
After sitting and playing with his drink for what felt like hours I suggested grabbing some food (since that's what we were originally there for)
We sat in silence waiting for our meals to arrive. I played with the menu, I played with the Christmas menu, I studied the ceiling in great depth, I even checked the dating site app on my phone. I had already talked about his family, his work, his house, his driving, his tattoo, his jewellery, his friends, marriage, babies, piercings, food, alcohol, murderers, the wall art, the carpet, and just about any other subject I could think of but this guy was not giving me anything in return. You could tell he is the shy and quiet type but unfortunately that just isn't me at all.
After the meal I played with the remainder of my sauce and the salt until I accidentally flung one at a passer by. I yawned.... twice and he suggested it was time to go. I didn't mean to but I simply flew out of my seat and floated on down the street. There was a hint for a kiss, I compromised with a hug.

The Result - Lovely sweet guy, who clearly has "our" future secretly planned out in his head but definitely not the one for me. I need a man, not a boy.

Friday, 2 September 2011

Date #2 - The Lads Lad

I'm not even sure if this counts as a date but it involved a boy and a girl and that is good enough for me.

The Guy - Once again we met online however we soon realised we had lived merely doors apart for most of our lives, shared multiple friends and went to school together. He is a typical lads lad. He smokes like a chimney, drinks like a fish and swears like a trooper. Just my type.

The Date - After a brief meeting in a club one night (Hi how are you? Fine. Bye) and plenty of cancelled meetings later I was invited to his house to watch some films. Was this a date or friends meeting up? Who knew. After settling down on his single bed in the new house he had recently moved in to with some friends he was quick to reveal I was the only girl who had ever been over. Aren't I lucky? Some crap TV later and conversation was flowing. I turned round to say something highly intelligent and before I knew it we were kissing. He cooked me dinner which was lovely and even went out especially to buy toilet rolls. How romantic. The rest of the night was pretty much crap TV and kissing. Lovely little kisses on the cheek, the forehead and the shoulder. Every time I looked at him I felt more and more attracted. I couldn't pin point what it was but something about him made him irresistible to me and thankfully he declared he felt the same. On more than one occasion.
I stayed the night.

The Result - Not entirely sure what is going on in this lads head. However I did receive a message this morning regarding some problems he has been having in his personal life recently that I was already aware of. He said he would be in contact in a few days. We shall see.