Wow. I’m getting through men like a 12 pack of Quavers! And
I like Quavers. The last post mentioned how I’ve joined an online dating
website. And what do we have here? Yes, I have a date with a guy on Tuesday.
Now, what possible nickname could I give this one? Well as
he’s a helicopter pilot I think I’m going to go for Pilot Guy. He sent me a
message, I sent him a message and this pattern continued for a whole evening. A
sarcastic individual who is highly intelligent then asked to call me. We spoke
for nearly 3 hours on the phone about anything and everything. This included
him asking to take me on a date. Only issue with this particular individual is
that he lives in London
A few initial thoughts:
- I hope he’s been taught to duck as he approaches
the helicopter.
- I remember learning about morphology and that
the ‘pt’ refers to wings. Another example would be pterodactyl.
- Christian Gray can also fly a helicopter. Hmm…
Yes, he’s always away and today is no exception. He’s
currently in the south of France
Made it to St Tropez for lunch today; it was an absolutely
fantastic place. If I wasn’t looking forward to seeing you so much I don’t think
I’d want to leave here on Monday.
Ahhhhhh! How sweet is that?
Now, I feel like I have a lot to live up to. No pressure on
me. Sigh. I’m arranging the day’s activities and need to find somewhere to eat.
He likes country pubs, but we’re going to somewhere where there aren’t any.
Need somewhere else. Oh the pressure! I can’t take it anymore!
Let’s move on, shall we? Last night I went out with a friend
who I haven’t seen in a while. We were dancing and then I felt a hand from
behind come around my waist. I had a quick look around. Yeah, he’s quite fit.
He’ll do! There was some kissing and then I walked away to the bar. How very
liberating! Girl power and all that jazz. It really was one of those evenings.
My friend needed the toilet, and so did I. Luckily, you don’t have to pay at
this one. I’m still holding a grudge with New Street
After copious amounts of cocktails, shots, lager and vodka, my
friend and I became separated. Not a problem, I need some air as this vodka is
making me a little woozy. And I’m sure the vodka had an impact on the actions
of my tongue.
Then I heard a voice. “I know you. Your name is (insert real
name here)”. Who the hell was this? My eyesight wasn’t great, but I knew that I
had never met this man before. “We got talking online about Detroit Social Club”.
He was correct. A man from Tamworth who I had
spoken to about a band on a Facebook page, this guy remembered my name and what
I looked like. I find this a bit odd. He told me that he had seen me earlier in
the night, but kept his distance. He also told me that he was watching me to
make sure that I was OK, so that if I got into trouble he could look after me
as he ‘knows me’. I find this all a bit stalkerish.
I gave him my number, and I have no idea why. And then I
stumbled home and threw up in my front garden. It has definitely been a long
time since I’ve thrown up because of alcohol. Not my proudest moment. Yet, at
the same time I was thinking that it was material for this blog. I’m always
thinking about you, my dear reader.
As soon as I’d left the pub I received a text from the DSC
fan. Here’s how it went:
2.43 Hey good to
meet u. You ok?
2.44 Detroit
2.47 You know it
2.47 You have
a good memory.
2.56 You home OK?
2.58 Just got
in
3.07 Fancy
meeting sumtime
So, here we are having an thorough and deep conversation,
and he asks me out. Firstly, I find that as we’ve only just started talking,
and not to a great standard, that he’s asking me out. Secondly, it’s really
annoying me that he’s shortening words and did not use a question mark on the
last text message. It requires a question mark, God damn you! It continues with
getting the your and you’re wrong and lack of punctuation. I am copying this
down exactly as it was sent to me.
3.39 Hope your ok
didnt mean to spook you seen you earlier in the night but didnt have the
whatsits to say hello lol
9.31 How the
head? Lol
14.29 You not
talking now?
A couple of things here to observe. I hate ‘lol’. People use
it and they’re hardly smiling and/or the comment said was not humorous. How the
hell can they possibly be laughing out loud? Argh!
Another thing is that he has text me 4 times in a row and I
didn’t reply. Take the hint maybe?
I feel sorry for him and we send messages about the previous
night. Then all of a sudden, my phone starts lighting up with his number. 5
minutes later I have 3 missed calls from him. He then sends me a message asking
to talk to me for 10 minutes. I oblige. I’m such a nice person.
Detroit Social Club Guy calls me and we discuss work and
football amongst some very mediocre and boring topics. I add fillers in such as
‘hmm’, ‘yeah’ and ‘cool’. He picks up on this and asks if I’m boring him. And
then it comes…
“Do you want to go for a drink sometime?” he asks.
Oh shit. He’s put me on the spot. Just say no. Say no.
“Yeah, that would be nice”.
You fucking idiot! Why can’t I say no? I’ve noticed that
since I’ve been single, everyone who has asked me out I’ve said yes. Why?
Because I’m too nice and I don’t like to say no. This is a word that I need to
learn. Actually, it’s not just a word – it’s a skill. I need to understand that
although they will feel rejected for 0.5 seconds, it’s better than going out
with them for the sake of it. I get nothing from it, apart from a free dinner
and a drink.
I’m also in early negotiations with a science teacher who
lives fairly locally. We’ll see where that one goes. He’s a red head and I am
partial to ginger guys. My ex from when I was 17 was ginger. He was a man who
loved the ladies. And that was certainly true as I found out that he was
engaged when I was dating him. But still, he was sexy as fuck. Pity he was a
dickhead too.
And he links in with Pilot Guy as that particular ex was
also in the navy.
Things to take away from this blog:
- Do not drink shots of vodka. It will only end up
coming back out of your mouth and landing in your front garden.
- I must learn how to say no.
- Damn, I’m putting weight on from eating out with
guys so much. Why can’t they invite me around and make me a salad?
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