So as much as Roomy doesn’t like it and I wish it were some other way….I need to admit to myself that CF is not really just a Casual Fling to me. I really want it to work out between us and although he said he ‘wasn’t ready’ those aren’t the signals he’s giving out. Why else would he have gone crazy about my textual slip? I suppose I decided to play hard ball and not hide my other dates partly to punish him for being an idiot and partly to protect myself. That’s all very logical but if I do really want to give it a chance then I think I’m going to have to ‘risk it for a biscuit’. Sooo on Friday night when he predictably asks what I’m up to I go round to his for a bit, he knows I’ve only got a couple of hours as I’ve promised Roomy we’ll go out for a few late bevies. When I go to leave I tell him that I’ve decided I’m not going to see anyone else for a while, he seems pleased but I don’t know how I’ve come to that conclusion as he doesn’t really say much! I just don’t think he was expecting me to be sensible for a change and is probably processing the information.
When I get back to the flat I recount things to Roomy, she’s surprisingly supportive and says it’s a fair way to decide whether CF and I are ever going to be anything more than just a CF. Then she asks me what I’m going to do about the date with Mark the following night for the ‘secret gig’. Oh shit, this isn’t going to be easy. Despite the fact I’m fairly sure he’s going to be devastated that I’m blowing him out he’s gone to all the trouble of getting tickets to see some band that he knows I love. How am I going to deal with this?? We do what all sensible people do in a crisis and pour a couple of G&T’s. Then we have a few more while we’re getting ready to go out, I decide I should phone him….now, and it goes something like this;
Mark “Hello, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you tonight!”
Me “I know, sorry to call unexpectedly but I need to talk to you”
Mark “Oh right, are you ok?”
Me “Yes I’m fine, er no, not really. Look, I can’t come tomorrow”
Mark “Oh no, that’s such a shame I’ve been looking forward to it so much! Well don’t worry I reckon my mate will go with me tomorrow, I’ll take you out for Sunday lunch instead”
Me “No, I can’t….I’m sorry I can’t see you again”
Mark “What? Where has this come from? I don’t understand, why can’t you come tomorrow and what’s happened to bring this on?”
Now I’m thinking f***….I’ve got to explain myself but I can’t tell him the f***ing truth!
Me “I can’t come because I might be pregnant” OMG what am I doing???? Why did I say that? Roomie is watching me with her hands clapped over her mouth in shock. I am so going to burn in hell for this! And just to pre-empt what you’re thinking…I haven’t even slept with Mark! There is complete silence on the other end of the phone.
Me “Look, I was seeing someone on and off for a while before I met you and I’m not sure what’s going to happen but this changes everything”
Mark “Oh my god I’m so sorry, you sound so upset. Are you ok? Do you want me to come and see you?” What? Is the man insane? He should be screaming at me and calling me a slut by now! Why did I have to get the understanding guy who still wants to stick around even when I’ve given him one of the most heinous excuses why I can’t see him?!
Me “No, no. Roomy’s here with me. I’m afraid I just want to be left alone really, I’m so so sorry to do this to you””
Mark “Okay, I see. Please call me if you need anything though, anything at all. Even if you just want a chat. I hope everything will be ok….”
And we sign off after a bit more of me playing the injured bird to try and hide what an evil witch I really am and him trying to persuade me that I really do need him even though he believes I may be impregnated with another mans spawn”
Roomy is incredulous, and she’s known me for 15 years! We pour another drink and go out on the town ten minutes later. Poor Mark.
Dani
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Blog 9 - Treading Water
Now I’m not saying I think it’s ok that I accidentally dropped a text containing all the dirty laundry of an encounter with another man to my CF but I don’t understand the crazy reaction either. If he really doesn’t want anything serious and wants to keep me at arms length then why would he go so freakin’ crazy about this?? If I’d had to predict his reaction then I’d think it would be more of a low key ‘I don’t think that was meant for me text’ and the cold shoulder for a week. I suppose it’s one of two things; he either really does care about me or is just attention seeking and jealous. I’d like it to be the former, sadly I think it’s the latter. Well I’ve apologised (not for going elsewhere – he chose this set up) and will leave him be for a bit.
The new week commences without further drama luckily. David calls me for a chat and we’re on the phone for an hour laughing and joking. I really haven’t thought too deeply about the potential outcome between us. I enjoy talking to him, he’s very intelligent and cheerful but as I’ve said before he doesn’t exactly light my fire. He offers to take me out for dinner on Friday though and it sounds good to me, any excuse to get dressed up!
Of course men are like busses and Mark calls saying he’s been dying to see me and wondering what I’ve been so busy with (?!?!! ;). He says he’d have hassled me more for another date but he’s just about to complete on a flat he’s buying and it’s taking up all his time. He knows I’ve got tickets to see a band that I really like on Saturday and he asks if I’m still going, all my mates have let me down so I tell him I was planning on selling the tickets on ebay. He tells me excitedly that his mates have got a spare ticket for him so we can all go together if I still want to go. He also says he’s got some tickets for someone he knows I want to see the following week, he won’t tell me who it is and we like a lot of the same bands so I’m quite excited! It’s lovely and I’ve accepted but I kind of feel guilty now because he’s blatantly going to a lot of effort and I’m all over the place! Oh well, he doesn’t need to know that. I’m just hoping that the knight in shining armour will make himself more obvious so I can un-complicate my life a bit!
Well dinner with David was ‘nice’. He was a gent, we had fun, had a peck before he got his train. He’s a lovely chap but I just don’t have much more to say on the subject! The gig with Mark was a bit more intense however; the ‘friends’ turned out to be his best mate and girlfriend who are pretty much his second family. I felt like I was being interviewed for the role of his intended! They were very nice and all but waaaay too interested in me and what I’m all about. It did shake my cool exterior a little as one thing about dating all these men is that I suppose I can be who I want to be around them and they pretty much drink it up because they want to believe it. We had a few bevies and relaxed however but Mark got soppier as the evening wore on. He was really looking at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes and it’s the first time I’ve thought ‘I’m just not sure I’m ready for this!’ as it wasn’t just lust, I could have coped if it was!
By Sunday CF seems to have recovered from his outburst last week and calls to see if I want a roast dinner and a DVD (we all know what a ‘DVD’ means!). It’s cool by me, we knock around together, the subject of last weeks drama isn’t mentioned and it’s nice to catch up. I’ve missed him, dare I say it. I don’t stay over, I never do and I’m not sure how that’s happened but I think that next level of intimacy would have made things a whole lot messier. I haven’t actually just had ‘a cuddle’ with a man in a long, long time. I’m not saying that’s good or bad, just passing comment really. This is hard to admit but I don’t like just getting up and leaving afterwards and sometimes in the car on the way home I actually get a bit upset. I usually go home and have a contemplative glass of wine and cigarette on the balcony wondering how on earth I ended up like this!
The new week commences without further drama luckily. David calls me for a chat and we’re on the phone for an hour laughing and joking. I really haven’t thought too deeply about the potential outcome between us. I enjoy talking to him, he’s very intelligent and cheerful but as I’ve said before he doesn’t exactly light my fire. He offers to take me out for dinner on Friday though and it sounds good to me, any excuse to get dressed up!
Of course men are like busses and Mark calls saying he’s been dying to see me and wondering what I’ve been so busy with (?!?!! ;). He says he’d have hassled me more for another date but he’s just about to complete on a flat he’s buying and it’s taking up all his time. He knows I’ve got tickets to see a band that I really like on Saturday and he asks if I’m still going, all my mates have let me down so I tell him I was planning on selling the tickets on ebay. He tells me excitedly that his mates have got a spare ticket for him so we can all go together if I still want to go. He also says he’s got some tickets for someone he knows I want to see the following week, he won’t tell me who it is and we like a lot of the same bands so I’m quite excited! It’s lovely and I’ve accepted but I kind of feel guilty now because he’s blatantly going to a lot of effort and I’m all over the place! Oh well, he doesn’t need to know that. I’m just hoping that the knight in shining armour will make himself more obvious so I can un-complicate my life a bit!
Well dinner with David was ‘nice’. He was a gent, we had fun, had a peck before he got his train. He’s a lovely chap but I just don’t have much more to say on the subject! The gig with Mark was a bit more intense however; the ‘friends’ turned out to be his best mate and girlfriend who are pretty much his second family. I felt like I was being interviewed for the role of his intended! They were very nice and all but waaaay too interested in me and what I’m all about. It did shake my cool exterior a little as one thing about dating all these men is that I suppose I can be who I want to be around them and they pretty much drink it up because they want to believe it. We had a few bevies and relaxed however but Mark got soppier as the evening wore on. He was really looking at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes and it’s the first time I’ve thought ‘I’m just not sure I’m ready for this!’ as it wasn’t just lust, I could have coped if it was!
By Sunday CF seems to have recovered from his outburst last week and calls to see if I want a roast dinner and a DVD (we all know what a ‘DVD’ means!). It’s cool by me, we knock around together, the subject of last weeks drama isn’t mentioned and it’s nice to catch up. I’ve missed him, dare I say it. I don’t stay over, I never do and I’m not sure how that’s happened but I think that next level of intimacy would have made things a whole lot messier. I haven’t actually just had ‘a cuddle’ with a man in a long, long time. I’m not saying that’s good or bad, just passing comment really. This is hard to admit but I don’t like just getting up and leaving afterwards and sometimes in the car on the way home I actually get a bit upset. I usually go home and have a contemplative glass of wine and cigarette on the balcony wondering how on earth I ended up like this!
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Blog 8 - OMG, OMG, Whoops!
I have been so knackered this week, not surprising really! I’ve gone a bit AWOL from the dating site and my casual fling (CF). If I’m brutally honest he always stops hassling me for a few days after he’s got his oats anyway, which doesn’t make me feel great and makes him look about as complex as your average Neanderthal. I’ve been spending most of my time watching TV with Roomie, we are quite good at saying nothing when we are tired, we can communicate how we want our tea made with the raise of a single eyebrow!
I have been having some ‘textual’ activity though…with the hunky giant. You must know me by now, I’m impatient when curious. I sent him a cheeky text about his deep voice after he left me his number. It quickly degenerated however, he’s no shy boy and although I don’t know much about him and have only met him for about 20 seconds I’m perfectly comfortable with it all for some reason. Raring to go in fact! I’m not a great sleeper anyway so even though I’ve been attempting early nights I’ve been exchanging multi-media excitement with the hunky giant until the wee small hours a few nights on the trot now – Yep, that’s right…I mean photo’s! Good God I hope they never end up on the internet!
Mark and I only really speak briefly on e-mail, he asks what I’m up to at the weekend, I make my excuses even though I have positively zero plans! I think he’s an absolutely lovely person but I just want to go with the flow for a change and not have every minute of my weekend pre-determined. He must think I'm blowing very hot and cold! I’d quite like to go out boozing with Roomy and just have a laugh. Of course, I don’t remain a free spirit for long….I get a phone call on Friday morning from the deep voice that makes my knees go weak; ‘Come for dinner with me, tonight’. How can I refuse?
He lives a 45 minute drive away and offers to come to me but I know, I just know what will happen and I haven’t invited any guys back to my place since my ex and I split up. I’m not sensitive about the past at all but it would just be weird and I’m not inclined to explain what’s happened. I’ve loved it being a party flat for Roomy and I but it’s also our sanctuary in difficult times. I tell the hunky giant what time I’ll be with him and to book somewhere nice. So, in summary – I’m just about to drive 45 minutes for date with a guy I’ve met for less than a minute, wine with dinner will probably put paid to driving home and I know he’s a sexual deviant from his texts. Am I brave or stupid? No idea, just excited at the moment!
I’m well aware this could go either way but as soon as he opens the door I know it’s going to be a great evening. We just start chatting non stop and he opens a bottle of wine while ordering a taxi. We are blatantly sizing each other up like animals the whole time we are talking, we seem to understand each others objectives.
Well I didn’t eat much of my dinner for talking and laughing so much. It’s really refreshing to be in the company of someone who seems to find my sense of humour hilarious instead of offensive which is good going a bottle and a half of wine in. We go to a small bar afterwards where there’s some live music for more drinking and dancing. To cut a long story short I return home the following afternoon absolutely exhausted. The lasting image imprinted on my brain is of him sat at his piano, naked and singing to me at 4am.
He’s a very clever and dangerous man, I’m under no illusion and have no intention of getting involved. Mrs T told me why Mr T thinks he’s a rotter with the ladies; he has a great job and works away a lot. His last long term girlfriend was apparently lovely and a stunner but it didn’t stop him from straying. They were on the phone one night when he was working away, when he said his goodbyes he didn’t hang up properly and neither did she. She apparently heard every second of his subsequent illicit hotel room encounter over the phone. Whoops, I think she took scissors to his wardrobe.
Luckily Roomy doesn’t want me to go out boozing as I’m shattered. We watch crap on TV and share pizza on the sofa. Seeing as I went AWOL for 24 hours I’m sat idly responding to texts while chatting. My mate L loves hearing my shenanigans, we call it ‘Grub Club’ and I know she’ll want an update. Then the phone rings and it’s CF, Shouting at me!
Once he’s calmed down a bit I can make out the words, it turns out I’ve sent a pretty explicit account of last nights events to him by mistake. OMG, OMG, Whoops!
I have been having some ‘textual’ activity though…with the hunky giant. You must know me by now, I’m impatient when curious. I sent him a cheeky text about his deep voice after he left me his number. It quickly degenerated however, he’s no shy boy and although I don’t know much about him and have only met him for about 20 seconds I’m perfectly comfortable with it all for some reason. Raring to go in fact! I’m not a great sleeper anyway so even though I’ve been attempting early nights I’ve been exchanging multi-media excitement with the hunky giant until the wee small hours a few nights on the trot now – Yep, that’s right…I mean photo’s! Good God I hope they never end up on the internet!
Mark and I only really speak briefly on e-mail, he asks what I’m up to at the weekend, I make my excuses even though I have positively zero plans! I think he’s an absolutely lovely person but I just want to go with the flow for a change and not have every minute of my weekend pre-determined. He must think I'm blowing very hot and cold! I’d quite like to go out boozing with Roomy and just have a laugh. Of course, I don’t remain a free spirit for long….I get a phone call on Friday morning from the deep voice that makes my knees go weak; ‘Come for dinner with me, tonight’. How can I refuse?
He lives a 45 minute drive away and offers to come to me but I know, I just know what will happen and I haven’t invited any guys back to my place since my ex and I split up. I’m not sensitive about the past at all but it would just be weird and I’m not inclined to explain what’s happened. I’ve loved it being a party flat for Roomy and I but it’s also our sanctuary in difficult times. I tell the hunky giant what time I’ll be with him and to book somewhere nice. So, in summary – I’m just about to drive 45 minutes for date with a guy I’ve met for less than a minute, wine with dinner will probably put paid to driving home and I know he’s a sexual deviant from his texts. Am I brave or stupid? No idea, just excited at the moment!
I’m well aware this could go either way but as soon as he opens the door I know it’s going to be a great evening. We just start chatting non stop and he opens a bottle of wine while ordering a taxi. We are blatantly sizing each other up like animals the whole time we are talking, we seem to understand each others objectives.
Well I didn’t eat much of my dinner for talking and laughing so much. It’s really refreshing to be in the company of someone who seems to find my sense of humour hilarious instead of offensive which is good going a bottle and a half of wine in. We go to a small bar afterwards where there’s some live music for more drinking and dancing. To cut a long story short I return home the following afternoon absolutely exhausted. The lasting image imprinted on my brain is of him sat at his piano, naked and singing to me at 4am.
He’s a very clever and dangerous man, I’m under no illusion and have no intention of getting involved. Mrs T told me why Mr T thinks he’s a rotter with the ladies; he has a great job and works away a lot. His last long term girlfriend was apparently lovely and a stunner but it didn’t stop him from straying. They were on the phone one night when he was working away, when he said his goodbyes he didn’t hang up properly and neither did she. She apparently heard every second of his subsequent illicit hotel room encounter over the phone. Whoops, I think she took scissors to his wardrobe.
Luckily Roomy doesn’t want me to go out boozing as I’m shattered. We watch crap on TV and share pizza on the sofa. Seeing as I went AWOL for 24 hours I’m sat idly responding to texts while chatting. My mate L loves hearing my shenanigans, we call it ‘Grub Club’ and I know she’ll want an update. Then the phone rings and it’s CF, Shouting at me!
Once he’s calmed down a bit I can make out the words, it turns out I’ve sent a pretty explicit account of last nights events to him by mistake. OMG, OMG, Whoops!
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Blog 7 - Exhausted
I’m not sure if I’m hard to please or if I just read into the meaning of peoples choices too deeply, but in reference to Mark’s choice of restaurant; he’s pleased me and it shows he ‘gets me’, you get me??. It’s in the old part of the city and the front hasn’t been changed in many years and still has the beautiful big curved windows that lead to the door and lots of art nouveau stained glass. Inside all the original woodwork is still there, it has a high ceiling with an old domed skylight and plants hanging from the rafters like a Parisienne café circa 1910. I love it. All the tables and chairs are odd, I collect old wooden chairs from car boot sales and junk shops. When I sit down I notice the one next to me is exactly the same as one I have in my bedroom, which is very odd considering it’s about 80 years old and Mark doesn’t even think I’m a crackpot when I start wittering on about this chair. Lets face it, most blokes would be like ‘yeah, whatever luv!’.I have the most amazing Beef Wellington I have ever tasted and we talk non-stop, the boy did good.
After dinner we go for a walk around the old city walls and at a point overlooking the water and the city lights I just stop, turn around and go in for the snog. He’s slightly taken aback! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just want to know if there’s a physical connection or not – simple as that. It’s not like I want to jump into bed with all the good dates I have but I would if I felt like it, I’m not ashamed to say that. I think so many people are in denial that as long as you ‘get along’ then sex isn’t that important which is such crap. It’s the only thing that sets you apart from being friends! When you’re with someone (after the honeymoon period) you take things out on them just because they’re nearest, its perfectly natural but there’s got to be a reward for putting up with that from each other and I believe it’s the physical stuff.
Anyway, we have a good snog, it’s nice but he doesn’t exactly say ‘That’s it, you’re coming back to mine…’ It seems the modern man would never do that, its just not the way to treat a lady. Well maybe I want a real man and I ain’t no lady! ;) Hmm, he wants to see me next week. So what do I do next? I start driving home, switch on my phone to a barrage of texts from Casual Fling (CF) and I go round there. Do I feel bad? Not really. I’m still a free agent.
I am knackered for work the next day because I stayed up late with CF, he didn’t ask where I’d been and I didn’t tell him. We had a catch up, a good laugh, watched a film etc…. Stupidly I have a lunch date from the website arranged which was a ridiculous date to make on a Monday as I was guaranteed to be tired from the weekend. He works nearby and we meet for a drink in a local bar. His photo’s looked lovely; tall, dark because his mother is Indonesian, wants to re-train as a life coach (is that great or wanky??), well he can start with coaching me if he likes! Guess what – he looks about 12 in the flesh and his communication skills are about that level too. Maybe I’m just tired and intolerant but I am so rude to him, I practically implied that we weren’t quite in the same league and he should just hop it back to playschool. Whoops. I feel bad then, I need to ‘check myself’ as they say in the hood.
I spend the afternoon thinking about nothing but a good night’s sleep, however, I will have the wrath of Roomie to face as she will want to know where I got to last night. I’m just daydreaming about this while making tea in the kitchen at work when my mobile rings, it’s a really deep handsome sounding voice. I can’t freaking believe it – it’s only the super tall gorgeous guy at my mates house from yesterday! He called Mr&Mrs T to ask for my number, apparently after much squabbling between themselves Mrs T persuaded Mr T to hand over my number and leave us to it! Well we have a little chat and he’s pretty straight talking, just says he liked the look of me and wants to find out more. He makes me go all giggly which is hilarious, he knows I can’t chat for long because I’m at work but tells me I have his number now so I can text him whenever I want! I return from the kitchen red faced and excited which must have looked a bit suspicious ;)
David then text to say he was hoping we could fix up another dinner soon but he was going to be away on a training course and then subsequently working 2 weekends. I can’t say I’m devastated. Meanwhile Mark left a voicemail saying how much he enjoyed our date and wanted to know when he could see me again. How lovely, but all I can think about is the hunky giant, I think he might be just the kind of beast I’ve looking for……
After dinner we go for a walk around the old city walls and at a point overlooking the water and the city lights I just stop, turn around and go in for the snog. He’s slightly taken aback! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just want to know if there’s a physical connection or not – simple as that. It’s not like I want to jump into bed with all the good dates I have but I would if I felt like it, I’m not ashamed to say that. I think so many people are in denial that as long as you ‘get along’ then sex isn’t that important which is such crap. It’s the only thing that sets you apart from being friends! When you’re with someone (after the honeymoon period) you take things out on them just because they’re nearest, its perfectly natural but there’s got to be a reward for putting up with that from each other and I believe it’s the physical stuff.
Anyway, we have a good snog, it’s nice but he doesn’t exactly say ‘That’s it, you’re coming back to mine…’ It seems the modern man would never do that, its just not the way to treat a lady. Well maybe I want a real man and I ain’t no lady! ;) Hmm, he wants to see me next week. So what do I do next? I start driving home, switch on my phone to a barrage of texts from Casual Fling (CF) and I go round there. Do I feel bad? Not really. I’m still a free agent.
I am knackered for work the next day because I stayed up late with CF, he didn’t ask where I’d been and I didn’t tell him. We had a catch up, a good laugh, watched a film etc…. Stupidly I have a lunch date from the website arranged which was a ridiculous date to make on a Monday as I was guaranteed to be tired from the weekend. He works nearby and we meet for a drink in a local bar. His photo’s looked lovely; tall, dark because his mother is Indonesian, wants to re-train as a life coach (is that great or wanky??), well he can start with coaching me if he likes! Guess what – he looks about 12 in the flesh and his communication skills are about that level too. Maybe I’m just tired and intolerant but I am so rude to him, I practically implied that we weren’t quite in the same league and he should just hop it back to playschool. Whoops. I feel bad then, I need to ‘check myself’ as they say in the hood.
I spend the afternoon thinking about nothing but a good night’s sleep, however, I will have the wrath of Roomie to face as she will want to know where I got to last night. I’m just daydreaming about this while making tea in the kitchen at work when my mobile rings, it’s a really deep handsome sounding voice. I can’t freaking believe it – it’s only the super tall gorgeous guy at my mates house from yesterday! He called Mr&Mrs T to ask for my number, apparently after much squabbling between themselves Mrs T persuaded Mr T to hand over my number and leave us to it! Well we have a little chat and he’s pretty straight talking, just says he liked the look of me and wants to find out more. He makes me go all giggly which is hilarious, he knows I can’t chat for long because I’m at work but tells me I have his number now so I can text him whenever I want! I return from the kitchen red faced and excited which must have looked a bit suspicious ;)
David then text to say he was hoping we could fix up another dinner soon but he was going to be away on a training course and then subsequently working 2 weekends. I can’t say I’m devastated. Meanwhile Mark left a voicemail saying how much he enjoyed our date and wanted to know when he could see me again. How lovely, but all I can think about is the hunky giant, I think he might be just the kind of beast I’ve looking for……
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Blog 6 - Burning the Candle at Both Ends
It’s rare to get all my mates together as we aren’t all one big group and not everyone knows each other that well. It’s a mix of the few school friends I’m still in touch with and friends I’ve met through work and in some odd places throughout life. There’s ten of us and I’m really excited we are all going out for a big rowdy dinner, a few glasses of vino and a catch up. All my mates are so different I love the eclectic mix they make together.
Not all of them know I’m on this dating website so they are all hugely curious when gossip gets round the table. They laughed so much when I told them about the guy with the glass eye that J nearly fell off her chair into L who promptly launched a bit of garlic bread across the table into F’s wine glass. They are all convinced that David is ‘the one’ but I’m not convinced. I’m quite willing to explore further but I can’t say that I’m bothered he’s off on holiday for 2 weeks and we havn’t set another date. Although I really enjoyed our date and it culminated in a snog I get the feeling I’ve seen all there is to see about David. I’m more excited about dinner with Mark tomorrow to be honest. We all have a wicked night but yet again I’m distracted by texts from ‘casual fling’ asking where I am, and when I say I’m busy for the rest of the weekend he throws his toys out of his pram. I’ll deal with him tomorrow……
‘Roomie’ and I have a quiet chat in a corner, well it’s not quiet at all actually, she’s been hitting the wine hard and the music is loud in this bar we’ve gone to so it’s a bit of a shouty chat at this point. Although we live together we often pass like ships in the night so a good chat sometimes only happens on nights out. She tells me to stop texting ‘casual fling’ because he’s a waste of space, she is not his biggest fan! She never looks for confrontation but if you lubricate her with a drink or two she’ll tell you your fortune! I try to defend the situation somehow but I’m just proving to myself that I do care more than I let on and I’m letting him dominate my life more than I should. Roomie tells me in her inebriated state that I’m always going to find fault with anyone I date while he’s still in the picture because I’m always going to be subconsciously holding back in case he clicks his fingers. She’s known me for 15 years, she isn’t far wrong.
Sundays sees more of a hangover than I had planned but this is the first time in so many years I’ve been living as a single girl, Roomie and I are loving the convenience of my flat in town and making the most of it before it sells as it’s on the market. I get a lot of invitations to do things now I’m on my own because I think people worry about me being on my own, fat chance – I rarely get time to scratch my arse these days. It also seems far more acceptable to open a bottle of wine if Roomie comes home and fancies telling me about her day.
When I’ve stopped feeling so fuzzy I pop over to see my mate T and her kids. I havn’t got long but I know she’ll always have a cup of tea and a biscuit in the kitchen for me. Her gorgeous 2 year old is trying to talk and is running me ragged asking me to chase him. Mr T is in the lounge with a few mates watching rugby, he works odd hours so this is a rare treat for him. When he shouts that the kid is in front of the TV screen I make chase on all fours into the lounge, grab the little one, giggle and look up to see this enormous and gorgeous man standing over me grinning. I go red and run back into the kitchen. When the match is over I wander into the lounge and end up having a brief chat with the handsome giant. He has a lovely deeo voice, we talk for all of 2 minutes and he has to go. When I enquire with Mr T about his mate he tells me in no uncertain terms that the guy is a ratbag with women and not to go there which just pricks my curiosity even further!
Head spinning and late as usual I make my way to meet Mark outside this restaurant I’ve never heard of. It turns out to be lovely, he’s pitched me just right…………….
Not all of them know I’m on this dating website so they are all hugely curious when gossip gets round the table. They laughed so much when I told them about the guy with the glass eye that J nearly fell off her chair into L who promptly launched a bit of garlic bread across the table into F’s wine glass. They are all convinced that David is ‘the one’ but I’m not convinced. I’m quite willing to explore further but I can’t say that I’m bothered he’s off on holiday for 2 weeks and we havn’t set another date. Although I really enjoyed our date and it culminated in a snog I get the feeling I’ve seen all there is to see about David. I’m more excited about dinner with Mark tomorrow to be honest. We all have a wicked night but yet again I’m distracted by texts from ‘casual fling’ asking where I am, and when I say I’m busy for the rest of the weekend he throws his toys out of his pram. I’ll deal with him tomorrow……
‘Roomie’ and I have a quiet chat in a corner, well it’s not quiet at all actually, she’s been hitting the wine hard and the music is loud in this bar we’ve gone to so it’s a bit of a shouty chat at this point. Although we live together we often pass like ships in the night so a good chat sometimes only happens on nights out. She tells me to stop texting ‘casual fling’ because he’s a waste of space, she is not his biggest fan! She never looks for confrontation but if you lubricate her with a drink or two she’ll tell you your fortune! I try to defend the situation somehow but I’m just proving to myself that I do care more than I let on and I’m letting him dominate my life more than I should. Roomie tells me in her inebriated state that I’m always going to find fault with anyone I date while he’s still in the picture because I’m always going to be subconsciously holding back in case he clicks his fingers. She’s known me for 15 years, she isn’t far wrong.
Sundays sees more of a hangover than I had planned but this is the first time in so many years I’ve been living as a single girl, Roomie and I are loving the convenience of my flat in town and making the most of it before it sells as it’s on the market. I get a lot of invitations to do things now I’m on my own because I think people worry about me being on my own, fat chance – I rarely get time to scratch my arse these days. It also seems far more acceptable to open a bottle of wine if Roomie comes home and fancies telling me about her day.
When I’ve stopped feeling so fuzzy I pop over to see my mate T and her kids. I havn’t got long but I know she’ll always have a cup of tea and a biscuit in the kitchen for me. Her gorgeous 2 year old is trying to talk and is running me ragged asking me to chase him. Mr T is in the lounge with a few mates watching rugby, he works odd hours so this is a rare treat for him. When he shouts that the kid is in front of the TV screen I make chase on all fours into the lounge, grab the little one, giggle and look up to see this enormous and gorgeous man standing over me grinning. I go red and run back into the kitchen. When the match is over I wander into the lounge and end up having a brief chat with the handsome giant. He has a lovely deeo voice, we talk for all of 2 minutes and he has to go. When I enquire with Mr T about his mate he tells me in no uncertain terms that the guy is a ratbag with women and not to go there which just pricks my curiosity even further!
Head spinning and late as usual I make my way to meet Mark outside this restaurant I’ve never heard of. It turns out to be lovely, he’s pitched me just right…………….
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