Well,
I had yet another date on Saturday morning.
This one happened quite quickly (I like it that way because at least
no-one is wasting their time!). He
mailed me on Friday morning – unfortunately, he didn’t have pics because of his
job, but he did point me to a picture he had on LinkedIn ... it was tiny and I
couldn’t really see it as I didn’t want to click on his profile as he’d then be
able to see everything about me ... and well, I didn’t want that!
So
I figured he kinda looked OK, 1st mistake, I should have seen proper
pictures and agreed to meet him the next morning at 10.00 am for a coffee. We arranged all of this without actually speaking,
2nd mistake, you should always talk to them before you meet them. I
know all this, I don’t know why I don’t stick to it sometimes ... ever the
optimist I guess. However, in my defence,
we were only meeting 5 minutes from where I live, we were only having coffee
and I could make a quick escape if I needed.
Saturday
morning, I tarted myself up, hair all done, makeup perfect, skinny dark True
Religion jeans, lil white summer jumper and heels, simple but appropriate for a
Saturday morning coffee. I drove to
Starbucks, pulled in to a parking space and saw this old guy hanging around the
entrance. “Can’t be him” I thought. He was wearing jeans, white checked shirt,
Barbour jacket and ... wait for it ... a flat cap and goatee beard (my dad has a beard). Now, you may be thinking, “ooooh he sounds
quite trendy ... that’s all a bit Beckham-esque!” ... Nope ... he was in his
60s, so he just looked like a little old man (turns out he was from Yorkshire
too ... all he was short of was the bloody whippet!).
I
walked over to the entrance and all my fears came true ... it was him ...
humph. Not only was he also quite short,
but he had quite obvious false teeth and the ones that weren’t false were an
ugly shade of yellow and dark brown – that’s what really gave his age away ...
I don’t think you can disguise your age when your teeth are that nasty, even if
you look quite youthful (which he didn’t). FYI in his profile, he said he was
45. My heart just dropped.
I
should know by now just to say, “Thanks but no thanks” but I guess I’ve just
been brought up too polite. We ordered
drinks and sat down (me, making sure that I mismatched his body language – I didn’t
want this one getting the wrong idea) and let's say that the conversation did not flow ... it was like pulling false teeth. Now I can talk to anyone, but this guy was so
hard to talk to with the added bonus of me not being able to take my eyes of
his nasty teeth.
When
we sat down, I noticed someone I knew on another table behind Mr Oldie and he
gestured to me, “Is that your dad?” me “No!” ... hands waving maniacally, truly
horrified! As if that wasn’t bad enough,
it got worse when he told me that he and his wife split up 13 years ago and how
proud it was that he’s learned to iron and how he picks his clothes based on
the complexity of the ironing required. ‘Kill
me now!’ - he said it like I should be impressed!
That
was the final straw ... after about 30 minutes (longer than normal when I don't like them and I feel uncomfortable, but
I while I still had a drink left which is another learning point ... don’t
order a large drink just in case you need to make a quick exit) I couldn’t
find an excuse to leave. Finally, I told
him I had to get to my friends' and made a hasty retreat without even mentioning
a second date. It was all very awkward –
no matter how many dates I have, I hate that bit, at least he didn’t swoop in
to try and kiss me on the lips - urgh *shudder*.
When
I got home, I got an email from him on the site saying, “Loved meeting you, do
you want to do it again?” I really cannot understand how these guys don’t get
the vibe ... it’s very odd! My reply, “Sorry,
you’re not the man for me bla bla bla”.
So
that’s another one done and dusted. I
have got one more little dating post to do tomorrow, along with telling you about
my next steps because a rethink is definitely needed. Until then lovelies, be fabulous!
Lots
of love
Jx
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