This
was quite an unusual one ... I actually
went on a date with this one. He seemed
really nice and according to his profile he was 6’4” with a pleasant face, had
his own business and was around the same age as me (I don’t know why I’m saying
‘was’ I assume he’s still all of those things, it was only a few weeks
ago!). We chatted on the phone (always a
good start when they actually want to speak to you instead of texting) and he
seemed really nice (although he was Welsh, but he couldn’t help that so I
overlooked it! Ha ha) so we agreed to meet one Sunday night.
Over
that weekend, I got some nice texts from him saying how he was looking forward
to meeting me. When the night came,
luckily it was the first of those nice early summer days so he being a
gentleman said that he wanted to meet somewhere near me (he lived about 40
miles away). I thought that was a good
start and we met at another little country pub (there’s a theme here!).
When
I turned up, he was already waiting for me in the car park (that was a good
start as I’m always the first anywhere because of my ‘issue’ with lateness, so
someone there before me is always a good thing). I couldn’t miss him either … he was rather
huge ... I actually think he was taller that he stated in his profile, so it
looks like the same thing (lying about one’s height) occurs at both ends of the
scale! However, that didn’t bother me as
I was able to wear my highest, super high, fantabulous Kurt Geiger wedges (the
type you have to be careful how you walk in them … one small wobble on an unnoticed
pebble and it’s all over! I actually
broke my elbow once doing that ... that’s a whole other story).
We
trotted (well I trotted, he made large strides with me trying hopelessly to
keep up with his ridiculously long legs) in to the pub and he dutifully bought
the drinks. I thought things were
looking up considerably. The next two
hours (yes two hours, that’s a long time for me for a first date, usually I can’t
get away quick enough!) went incredibly slowly.
We discussed his failing business at length and I mean EVERYTHING about
his failing business, from beginning to end including the entire run down of
the figures (I thought he was going to bring out his P&L account ... well I
guess it beats, “come and see my etchings!”) he told me about his stroppy
daughter and what a handful she is (she sounded a complete fright) all about
his bitch of an ex-wife and how impossible his situation was and now I think
about it, not one thing about me. In
fact, the whole ‘date’ if you can call it that, was more like a life-coaching
session … I told my friend afterwards that I actually felt like putting an
invoice in for my time at the end!
After
that, he texted me telling me what a wonderful night he had had and how he
couldn’t wait to see him again and how fabulous he thought I was (which is
hysterical really considering he didn’t ask me one thing about me) … I’m not
surprised actually, not because I think I’m all those things, but I used so
much positive reinforcement with him that he couldn’t have helped but feel
better … however, he took that as attraction!
I really must learn to stop that, men tend to get the wrong idea all the
time when I’m only trying to help them!
After a few days of his texting, I dropped him a line to say that he was
a nice guy but not the guy for me.
His
reply was (and he was deadly serious), “I knew I shouldn’t have worn jeans!” He
shouldn’t have worn jeans! God bless
him, he didn’t realise that the endless conversation about his woes put me off;
he thought it was because he was wearing jeans.
Talk about no emotional intelligence!
I replied saying that it was nothing to do with his jeans and gave him a
little bit of constructive feedback; well I just couldn’t help myself. I told him to ask something about your date,
don’t monopolise the conversation, don’t talk about your stroppy kid or your
mental ex-wife! But then that provoked a
self-loathing text from him where he said that he was giving up dating that he
wasn’t cut out for it, that his life was a disaster, that he may never love
again … *groan* …. DELETE … NEXT!
Awwwww
you’ve gotta laugh! Tomorrow, I’ll tell
you about Mr Deep South … bet you can’t wait! Ha ha ha. Until then my lovelies, be fabulous!
Lots
of love
Jx
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