I am trying to take my mind off the Kid at the moment, so I thought I’d share with you things that are not so good about me….
I walk into the bar and I see a guy I like straight away. This comes to me naturally, I don’t even intend to meet someone. Sometimes I just want to have a good night with the girls, but I can’t help eyeing men and usually end up talking to some hotties.
Number 5 was late an hour. I was nervous and annoyed, but I decided to wait. Not only because I knew that Number 5 was coming from his brother’s wedding to meet me, but also because I knew there was something about him.
Oh no, don’t worry. I wasn’t in any accident. It’s a crush, not crash! My body is in one piece and my bones are not broken and yet I am a bit achy, but quite cheerful at the same time.
(By the way – this is also a post about the fact that everything happens for a reason and even small things can bring you a little bit of joy)
I am bored. I look at other people’s profiles and feel resentment. So many faces, so many ‘witty, intelligent and funny’ men, who want to date ‘witty, intelligent, funny AND sexy’ women.
I scroll up and down the list of over 40,000 active users on match.com. Sometimes one face is more interesting than the other and I send them a ‘wink’, but I do it with an attitude of a porn star, who has had so much sex that she doesn’t find it exciting anymore. Not that I have had sex recently – I’ve hardly had any action.
This has been my 2nd online dating date.
Number 4 looked mature and big in his photos – and what I mean by big is wide, broad shoulders, tall, bulky. These things I like in guys. Remind me later that 175 cm height is not tall. Thanks to him I also understood that worrying about what you wear is actually not that important. If someone likes you, they will like you whatever you wear.
‘How do I look?’ Mary and I were about to go out again. I was standing in front of a mirror, looking at myself with a good dose of criticism. ‘Why don’t you dress it up a little? You know…with some high heels?’ Said Mary, trying on her own shoes. I looked at her with my ‘Are you fucking kidding me’ expression. She started laughing ‘Ok, ok I know! Put some nice jewelry on then.’
So, the guy shows up for the date and he is good looking: tall, dark, beautiful eyes, white teeth, clean nails.
You like him, he’s nice, interesting and it’s nice to chat to him. You have a drink with him and then he asks if you wouldn’t mind going for a dinner. You agree and during the dinner he orders a bottle of wine. Well, another glass or two wouldn’t hurt, right? So, you down those glasses and you feel a bit braver.
London is the greatest place on Earth to be single – that’s what I’ve read recently. That might be true, but it depends what you are looking for.