I had another internet date last night. I was even more nervous for this one than the last, like I said to my flatmate what are the chances of having two really good dates in the space of week. Well what are the chances of having two dates of any standard really?
This guy emailed me and it turned out he is good friends with a guy that I was good friends with at uni. I used that bit of knowledge as an indication of character, and together with what else I knew about him decided to meet for a drink.
It’s hard to tell from a still image what someone really looks like in the flesh, as I have found out. He was awkward and geeky and skinny and just not attractive. Not a great start then. But he was, as I thought, a nice guy. Just not in a boyfriend way.
I had decided this time to leave the car at home – it was a good decision, I needed a few half ciders. And it’s not often that I drink on a work night so that says it all! Oh I shouldn’t be mean, he can’t help it. Though it doesn’t help asking on a first date if there are any baby names you particularly like. My ex at least waited till about our 5th meeting before asking when I want kids and how many.
When he asked if I wanted to make a regular thing of this I took a big mouthful of my drink so I couldn’t answer and just shrugged instead. Luckily, my flatmate rang me to pick me up, which gave me a good excuse to cut the night short.
Today I had an email from our mutual friend, who I’ve not been in touch with for a while, inviting me to join the two of them and several other friends for a drink on sat, and telling me how his friend is a great guy, he could see us getting on like a house on fire. Mmm, maybe not.
In other internet dating news...
The other day an instant message popped up on my screen when I was logged into a dating site. I clicked on the message and the guy's profile opened up on screen. It was my ex! I met him online (mmm, see a pattern emerging here?) and we dated for a few months before breaking up a couple of month ago. I read his cheesy profile; as if I needed any further reassurance that breaking up with him was the best decision I've made lately, and replied to his message. I had no photo on this site, in fact no information whatsoever apart from my age and location. After exchanging a few pleasantries, I had to confess it was me, tempting as it was to wind him up by pretending otherwise!
The guy I went for a drink with last night originally suggested meeting at the same bar I first met the ex. It must be popular for first dates – I wasn’t taking the chance of running into the ex and his latest internet girlfriend!
