Well,
Sunday night I had another date and to be honest, it didn’t go well (no surprise
there then).
I did break
some of my own rules it has to be said, because I had spoken to this guy more
than I would usually do before I meet someone and I guess that lulled me into a
false sense of security (not in any way that I was at risk though ... I just
thought I’d better point that out).
Through our conversations, it was clear that we both had a love of
films, so as I was decidedly bored at the weekend and really fancied getting
out for a full evening I agreed to meet him for pizza and cinema.
Now, a
couple of things to point out here ... usually, I would only ever meet someone
for a quick drink on a first date, that way you can get away quickly if you don’t
like them. Also having a meal with
someone is quite personal and I’m really strict on good table manners and can’t
bear to eat with someone who is a messy eater ... it’s slightly more bearable
if I know the person, but I’m totally intolerant of poor eating habits in
someone I don’t know ... it makes me cringe and I’m either transfixed watching
them, or can’t bear to watch them at all and avoid eye contact/having to look
at them at all costs. Thirdly, I wouldn’t
usually go to the cinema with someone on a first date because how are you going
to get to know each other when you can’t talk?
Then there’s
the last thing ... you have to sit quite close to someone in the cinema and if
you discover you don’t fancy them (but they fancy you) you can spend the whole
of the film squished into the corner of your seat trying to get as far away
from them as you possibly can (within the confines of a cinema chair!).
So, back to
the story ... I met him in Pizza Hut (not my favourite place but I didn’t want
to make it into a big thing) at 7.00 pm.
As I was walking up to the reception area, there were two men there and
I couldn’t see how it could be either of them.
One was sitting down and looked quite young and on the big side, the
other was wearing baggy jeans, a sweatshirt and was tiny! I strolled into reception and the tiny man
said, “Hi!” (in a slightly Munchkin type voice) I looked down and with slight
disappointment said, “Oh, you must be John?” “Yes, come on, I’ve been in and I
know where we’re sitting.” He then led
me to our table. I felt like Snow White
on a play date.
You know
when you can feel everyone looking at you? We must have looked quite a sight. He said on his profile that he was 5’10” which
isn’t too bad (I’m 5’6” and always wear at least 5” heels, so I can cope with 5’10”),
however, if he was 5’5” I would have been impressed. He literally came up to my navel. We sat down and he was overly excited and was
unbelievably hyper. I decided not to say
anything about the height thing, but that was enough to put me off. I have nothing against short men, I just don’t
fancy them ... it’s nothing personal, I’m just not attracted to them, but it’s
more the fact that these guys lie. What
do they think is going to happen? Do
they think that you’re not going to notice that they’re 5” shorter than they
specified on their profile? After all,
they’d have to wear some serious platforms to bring themselves anywhere near
their stated height ... it’s just not something you can hide!
I thought, “Well,
that serves you right Jx. This is precisely
why you don’t usually meet someone on a
first date for anything other than a quick drink – but you’re here now, so you’ll
have to get on with it” I guess I could
have bolted, but really I just couldn’t do that. So we ordered and then the fun began. He was one of those that ‘chows down’. What I mean by that is that he had no table
manners, when his pizza came he leaned over with his shoulder hunched and his
elbows on the table and literally didn’t come up for air until it was finished,
he shovelled it in. He also spoke with
his mouth full, his hands and face were covered in sauce and grease and I just
couldn’t watch ... it was like watching a car crash for me *shudder*.
How I got
through that I don’t know, but luckily, it didn’t last that long, he then asked
for the bill – which I’m happy to say he paid, although he did falter when I
said, “Let me pay half” – I think I’ve I’d pushed it, he would have let me
(that’s typical for the type of men in my town if I’m honest, and another
reason why I try not to go out with someone that lives within a 10 mile
radius). However, (and I think this is a
good indication of a person) he left a 70p tip!
OMG ... I’d rather leave nothing than 70p that’s so mean, so on the way
out, I slipped the waitress £5 because I was so mortified.
Right
lovelies, I need to leave it there for today ... I’ll post part 2
tomorrow. Until then have a great day
and be fabulous.
Lots of
Love
Jx
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