Really?

"I'm looking for someone to take as a date to Get The Blessing at the Spice of Life on the 13th of December, and who would also possibly fancy moving out to Mauritius for six months."

Really?

It's All Gone A Bit Nuclear...

I reasoned that, seeing as only a small percentage of messages ever get replies, I should sent out messages to as many people as I could find who I was interested in. So, yesterday, I spent the day (on and off, I did do other things too!) sending messages to loads of people. And... it all went a bit crazy.

Final count by the end of the day was 28 messages from five different guys. Then today I got messages from three more guys, two of whom I hadn't messaged.

Look how popular I am! It's the first time I've EVER been popular amongst menfolk, so I am determined to enjoy it. No idea how many of these messages will turn into dates, but it promises to be a fun few weeks!

Single again

So that didn't work out. I knew it wouldn't, really. Right from the start there was no real spark, nothing to make him stand out from the crowd. It was really good fun while it lasted though, and I don't regret the two weeks we were seeing each other.

In the end it was a pretty mutual finish - I asked him whether he wanted to meet up again, or whether we should just call it a day, after he'd been pretty distant and not as enthusiastic as usual. He confirmed there was no spark, and that we should both move on. I'm pleased he was feeling the same way, things are much better when both parties are on the same page.

So I'm back on the dating site again! Sent out quite a few likes and messages today, so far nothing in return, but I'm patient!

Progress

Sorry for the lack of recent updates. My interwebs died, and I've only just got them back!

Since my last update, there have been two more dates. Both with the same chap, the one I told you all about in the last post. Progress!

I wasn't sure about him when we first met, but each time I meet up with him I like him a bit more than I did the last time, so I reckon it's definitely worth seeing him some more. The second and third dates both started off the same way, drinks in a pub followed by some food, and lots of chatting about all sorts of things. Then the third date ended up back at his place. Which was rather nice.

So I'm going to see him again, back at his again, for food and computer games. What could possibly be better?

I do feel like I should apologise to the approximately four people who sometimes read this. When I started the blog I thought it'd be a good place for all the stories about the crazies I met. But I haven't met any crazies. So it's a bit dull. Sorry. I'm enjoying myself though!

Crazy Times

As of Friday, I had two dates set up for the weekend. One Saturday night (last night), and one tonight. I wasn't particularly looking forward to either - in both cases I'd really only said yes because I had no other plans, and I was working on the basis that any date was better than no date.

And then on Saturday a new guy popped up in my matches. He seemed like a near-perfect match for me. We had very similar interests and I was much more excited about him than most people on the dating site. We sent a few messages back and forth, and then he asked what my plans for that evening were. I told him about the date I really wasn't looking forward to, and he told me I should tell that guy I couldn't make it and go out with him instead. So... I did. I felt pretty guilty about standing the other guy up, especially as he didn't reply to my message so I couldn't be sure that he got it. But it was definitely worth it.

We did get on really well. Had a lovely time drinking pints by the river. I didn't fancy him at first, but he grew on me as the evening went on. And then there was a bit of kissing. Well. Quite a lot of kissing, really. And, in fact, he invited me back to his. I didn't go, I think I need to get to know him a bit better before we get up to those sort of shenanigans, and I do have a 'no sex on first date' rule. He was OK with that, which is good, and there was more kissing while he was waiting for his train.

We've made vague plans to see each other again next week, and so I've cancelled the date I wasn't too keen about tonight. Obviously I've only met this guy once, so I've got no idea whether it will turn into something or not, but I don't think there's much point in going on a date with someone else the day after such a great date. I think I'll just be comparing, and that wouldn't be fair.

Sunday

I think Sunday is best summed up via the medium of texts sent to a friend of mine:

"I might be in the process of setting up another first date!"

"Heading out to meet a guy now, in fact!"

"Oh dear, he's a bit camp..."

So there you have it.

If you're hankering after slightly more detail though, read on:

I messaged a guy on Sunday morning, just to say 'hi', and we sent a few messages back and forth before he said, in what I now realise was probably a joke 'we could have a cheeky drink tonight if you're free?'

I was free, and said so, and so we found ourselves heading into town for an impromptu date. It's quite nice doing things this way, actually, as you don't have any build up of nerves or anticipation.

When he arrived at the arranged meeting point, it turned out that he had, by his own admission, come dressed as a pirate. Not the whole shebang with an eye patch and parrot and peg leg, that would have been very weird. Just cut-off jeans and a stripy blue and white top. Very piratey. He reckoned it was all he had that was ironed.

Anyway, despite the pirateness, he was absolutely lovely. Really nice, really sweet, although possibly too nice and sweet. And also a little bit camp. He reminded me of a puppy, a bit. And I don't really want a puppy. He even texted me after the date to apologise for being so nervous. Bless!

So I had a fun evening, in a pub with great company, but I won't be seeing him again. I'm most definitely a fan of last-minute dates though!

Another First Date

I had another first date the other night. I have to say, I didn't have high hopes. There was nothing off-putting about his profile, but nothing that really pulled me in either. But he messaged me, and was keen to meet up, so I thought I might as well. Some people come across much better in person than online, and I reasoned that the worst that could happen if we met up is that I'd have a terrible date to write about on here.

As it turned out, I had a really good time. We met up and went to the South Bank, had a few drinks (how expensive is Pimm's, by the way?!) and went for a lovely meal. We had lots to talk about, covering subjects from climbing mountains (he was a bit put out that he couldn't impress me with his mountaineering, given that my ex climbed Everest...) to geeky board games to sex before marriage to whether drugs should be legalised.

I really enjoyed the evening, and his company. However, there was absolutely no attraction there, on my part at least. No spark at all. I think, if we lived closer together rather than on opposite sides of a rather large city, we could be good friends, but there's no chance of any romance. He hasn't contacted me since we met, so I'm presuming he felt the same way. Or, at least, I'm hoping he felt the same way, because I don't want the awkwardness of having to tell him I'm not interested...