All Good Things Must End

The old saying goes "All good things must come to an end" and that has happened. The relationship I last wrote about came to an amicable end earlier this year. Since then I have found myself starting to date again and the conversation of returning to Oh My Dates was brought up. The general feedback was "Why the hell wouldn't you start blogging again?" and so, here I am. Oh My Dates - Take Two.

Sad News :o(

Hey guys, Long time no see.

I have some very bad news for all fans of Oh My Dates. I have gone and found myself a boyfriend. It took over 3 years, what felt like a million failed dates and far too many nights alone crying in to my pillow eating icecream but I did it.
We have been together two months now and we are still sickeningly loved up and annoying everyone on Facebook with our pictures (I told you I'd get you back evil smug friends)
I met him online but it was a date unlike any other. He picked me up at my house and before we had even got back to his flat I knew we were going to be together. We talked and laughed the whole car journey and it felt like we had known each other forever.
On top of that, It turns out my best friend is in a relationship with his step brother, so it was pretty much fate to be honest.
(Did I mention his mum does Avon and gives me freebies?!?!)

So there we have it. Oh My Dates is finally over. Even though I haven't posted in forever I am actually kind of sad. I think writing about my disasterous dates helped me see the funny side rather than the fact that my town is full of weirdos.


So farewell friends, and hopefully this blog won't be back any time soon.

Guest Post

If you follow my personal Twitter you will know I have had more than my fair share of bad luck recently so dating has not been on the top of my to do list, However when one of my gorgeous pals shared her dating story with me I just knew I had to get her to write it up for you all. So without further delay, here is my first ever guest post.

The Guy – We met through a friend on a night out in town and seemed to get on alright, I had to help him sneak two drinks outside in his pocket. We spoke online a few times and had some banter. He goes to my University so we have quite a few mutual friends.

The Date – We met in town for a few drinks. It started with a pint and then a glass of wine,then we ended up in a few other bars and I somehow seemed to get more drunk by the minute ( no idea how) We finally ended up in a nightclub where he declared i’d lost my £100 coat and I tried to claim I never had one. When he finally found it for me I told him to come back to mine s I could show him the view of the sea. (From here onwards I don’t remember a thing).
Apparently I showed him around the house and then...
WAIT for it...
stripped down to my underwear. Where I apparently continued to talk utter rubbish.
Then I fell asleep and he went home.
I woke up in the morning wondering how on earth I got home.

The Result – I saw him at Uni where he enlightened me about my antics. I nearly died inside. He still seems to want to hang out and claimed he had an amazing night. So my crazy self must of made some kind of impression. I don’t think the emotional scars will ever heal from that night but hey let’s make some more to cover them up.

I'm back!!!

I'm back and oh boy am I back with a good one.
Thursday night was my first date in a while and part of me wishes I hadn't bothered.

The Guy - We met online, same old story. I wasn't attracted to him but something about his message intrigued me in to replying. The more we talked the more we got on and although I still wasn't sure I was attracted to him there was definitely an intellectual connection as well as a matched sense of humour.

The Date - After cancelling on him twice I decided to accept an invite over to his for pizza. A nice simple relaxing night with a friend to get to know him a little more. That is what I was telling myself anyway.
He picked me up in his Christmas present, a rented BMW with heated leather seats. He let me choose dinner, and what we watched on TV. Everything was going perfectly. We talked for ages about everything but it soon came to my attention he was laughing at everything I said. I could of said I had work the next day, he would laugh. I don't like yellow, he would laugh. And once I had realised he was doing it, it just began to annoy me. Then he did what no man should do if they have received no hints what so ever, He asked for a kiss. I politely declined. So he grabbed my head, forced it to face him and planted a hairy, sloppy, vile kiss on me. I wanted to cry. He then asked if he could put his arm around me, once again I declined, once again I was forced. This carried on for a while before I decided enough was enough. I developed a severe pain in my hip and suddenly became uncontrollably tired. I got back in the penis extension... I mean car, and went home. Of course I wasn't allowed out the car without two more forced kisses (I actually screwed my face up, talk about not taking a hint) I have never been so grateful to see my front door.

The Result - No, No, No, No, No. I am still so upset even thinking about the forcefulness he used on me I didn't think about it at the time, but what if he had wanted more? When did no stop meaning no? He really was convinced I wanted to kiss him and my refusal was some kind of cute game. Any sort of connection we may of had, as friends or otherwise, was totally ruined by the fact he was actually a bit of a creep.

Date #6 - The Friend.

After what feels like forever without a date I was beginning to wonder whether it was time to say goodbye to my fabulous readers at "Oh My Dates" after all, without dates, the blog is rather redundant. However an old friend of mine invited me round to watch a film and since there was some minor history between us I decided it constituted being included on the blog.

The Guy - I met this particular guy through a couple of mutual friends on a night out over a year a go. He was eager to tell me he had a girlfriend and at 3 years my junior I can't say I was bothered. That was until the end of the night when we found ourselves kissing and sharing a sofa together. Since then we have kissed several times, he has broken up with his girlfriend, got back with her and broken up again and he has also moved to Australia and back. 

The Date - Now well and truly single, I received a text inviting me over for a movie. After a lonely, boring, empty week I was in no position to say no and within an hour he had driven to my house and we were on our way to his house. We settled down on two separate sofas and watched a film. Throughout the film there were flirty digs about each others appearance and a few cushions thrown. When he went out to get a drink I jumped in to his seat (after all, he did have the bigger sofa) he came back and didn't think twice about cuddling up on the sofa to me, however when he turned over and kissed me my response probably wasn't what he was expecting. I said "Yuck" and wiped my mouth on my sleeve. Oops. I was in such a playful mood I wasn't really thinking. Needless to say he didn't try that again. After the film we watched some tv then it was time for him to drive me home. Once on my drive, we said our goodbyes, had a little hug and a goodnight kiss... and another goodnight kiss. Then that was it. The end of another night.

The Result - As always, I will see this guy again but we will never be anything more than "friends with benefits". I could never trust him and he is probably a bit too immature for me. However he is very attractive and a good friend.

I don't normally ask you questions but what do you think of this one? Should we just stay friends and not keep pushing it further? Are we messing with each others feelings? Do you have a friend that you are like this with? Let me know.

Update

Hey Ladies

Just wanted to update you quickly and let you all know that I am still here. Things went a bit quiet on the dating front for a while and then I had a couple of health problems however I am still talking to a few different people and will hopefully have some new dates very soon.
Thank you all so much for following. If you don't already follow my twitter then pop along to @OhMyDates for little mini updates.
Until next time, Happy Dating.

xoxo

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.