Before I start I want to dedicate this blog to one of my email subscribers. Hannah had been following this blog for quite a while and used to message me to tell me how it made her smile. Hannah lost her battle with cancer this week and despite never meeting her it really upset me. She was only a year younger than me. Her blog quite often bought me to tears and she was a beautifully honest soul. So Hannah, we’ll miss you. I hope this would have made you smile…
So I followed the rules on a first date for once! Am I now loved up and in the early days of a new relationship? Am I buggery. We met on a Friday yet couldn’t exchange numbers (phones aren’t allowed at the British Embassy) so he said he’d track me down. My male friends always say that if a guy is in to you he’ll get in touch, and he did. I agreed to meet him on the Wednesday night. I didn’t drag the conversation out, it was a few messages then I left it. He mailed again Wednesday to confirm and again I didn’t make inane conversation, just said I was really looking forward to it. He picked me up Wednesday evening and I was a chatty, happy soul and we made each other laugh. There were no awkward silences. I was stone cold sober thanks to life in a dry country and when he dropped me home I thanked him for a lovely evening, said I hoped to see him soon and walked in to my building. I looked at the time… I’d been out two hours. My flat mate was surprised to see me so early, seeing as it was just gone 9pm.
‘How’d it go?’ She asked.
‘I haven’t spent two hours slagging off my ex, drinking my body weight in Chardonnay, slurring my words and then putting out, so I’d say it went quite well. Dignity in tack at the end of a first date, that’s an achievement.’
I didn’t text him afterwards. I figured if he was interested he’d get in touch like he did before. That was nearly two weeks ago now. I haven’t heard a peep out of him. Now I have to admit that I didn’t really fancy him straight off but I thought we’d got on well and would have accepted a second date quite happily. I’m not annoyed he’s not text and I haven’t been obsessively checking my phone like many times before. I’m just bloody annoyed that I can do all the things people keep telling me I should do and I STILL don’t get a second date. So it seems I can’t win this dating ‘game’.
Thankfully our office is massive and I haven’t bumped in to him yet. Maybe I should stick to stalking that other guy and having fantasy dates in my head. At least they turn out well.
So, I played by the rules and got a free dinner. And if I’m out here a while I’d better get used to sober dating and no displays of affection. Sounds depressing doesn’t it? Not sure I can be bothered.