Look at me, I'm posting for a second time today!
After my rant about the parking ticket I forgot all about the interesting things that have happened to me recently.
I went on a date on Saturday!!
I may not have mentioned it much, but I am currently single, and have been for some time now (1 whole year, not that I'm counting) so the whole dating scene is relatively new and my flirting skills are rusty to say the least!
So how did this occur? For a little pocket money I work at a local bar at the weekend, last Friday was like any other. I finished my day job, went home, had a nap and off to work I went. The job is OK I suppose, it's really easy and the tips are great. The night was dragging and until about ten, between three of us, I think we had served something like 10 drinks combined...
.........And then like one of those scenes in those romantic films, the boy appeared. I'm sure 'Wet, wet, wet' were playing in the background.
I knew I had to serve him. I made a B Line for him and even forgot to give the previous customer their change. This may sound desperate, but come on, I was bored and it's been a while.........
Anyway very surprisingly, he asked me for my number. This was a strange occurrence, as apart from only attracting men in their winter years, I never seem to get much attention. And I have to say the guy was HOT!
So we exchanged pleasantries and numbers, of course, and left it at that. Ever the pessimist I didn't think that he would ever get in touch. But surprisingly he called the next day. I never know what to say over the phone, especially to a good enough stranger. Somehow we managed to arrange a half date. We decided to go into town and have a potter around, maybe go for coffee.
This came into fruition, and we bumped in to each other in Boots. Of all places! As if my nerves weren't in tatters enough, we continued to look around the store aimlessly until I found the escape route, sorry, door.
After some small talk, and an Irish coffee, I found that this boy was a model once. And quite a successful one at that. Modelling in I-D and Drapers I might add. Clearly he is out of my league.
After the date we kissed and he texted me shortly after, arranging another date the following day.
However as it happens, this never materialised and after texting him to try and resolve some dignity and boost my ego he responded with a really blase response asking to meet up during the week, I text back confirming this plan and it was left at that.
But what do I do now? Its been a whole 24 hours. Was the date really that bad? What is the etiquette when it comes to contacting a potential mate? Do I wait for him, or do I act all new agey and ballsy and take the plunge? Obviously these questions will never be answered as still, no followers.
I suppose I will just have to keep my fingers crossed.
After my rant about the parking ticket I forgot all about the interesting things that have happened to me recently.
I went on a date on Saturday!!
I may not have mentioned it much, but I am currently single, and have been for some time now (1 whole year, not that I'm counting) so the whole dating scene is relatively new and my flirting skills are rusty to say the least!
So how did this occur? For a little pocket money I work at a local bar at the weekend, last Friday was like any other. I finished my day job, went home, had a nap and off to work I went. The job is OK I suppose, it's really easy and the tips are great. The night was dragging and until about ten, between three of us, I think we had served something like 10 drinks combined...
.........And then like one of those scenes in those romantic films, the boy appeared. I'm sure 'Wet, wet, wet' were playing in the background.
I knew I had to serve him. I made a B Line for him and even forgot to give the previous customer their change. This may sound desperate, but come on, I was bored and it's been a while.........
Anyway very surprisingly, he asked me for my number. This was a strange occurrence, as apart from only attracting men in their winter years, I never seem to get much attention. And I have to say the guy was HOT!
So we exchanged pleasantries and numbers, of course, and left it at that. Ever the pessimist I didn't think that he would ever get in touch. But surprisingly he called the next day. I never know what to say over the phone, especially to a good enough stranger. Somehow we managed to arrange a half date. We decided to go into town and have a potter around, maybe go for coffee.
This came into fruition, and we bumped in to each other in Boots. Of all places! As if my nerves weren't in tatters enough, we continued to look around the store aimlessly until I found the escape route, sorry, door.
After some small talk, and an Irish coffee, I found that this boy was a model once. And quite a successful one at that. Modelling in I-D and Drapers I might add. Clearly he is out of my league.
After the date we kissed and he texted me shortly after, arranging another date the following day.
However as it happens, this never materialised and after texting him to try and resolve some dignity and boost my ego he responded with a really blase response asking to meet up during the week, I text back confirming this plan and it was left at that.
But what do I do now? Its been a whole 24 hours. Was the date really that bad? What is the etiquette when it comes to contacting a potential mate? Do I wait for him, or do I act all new agey and ballsy and take the plunge? Obviously these questions will never be answered as still, no followers.
I suppose I will just have to keep my fingers crossed.
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