Hello

After a couple of weeks of exchanging texts, the time is nigh and we are scheduled to finally meet.  He... blind date, has said all the right things, it's like he has a manual on the most perfect answers he can conjure, why does he take a while to answer you... because he's baby sitting his God Daughters.  Why was he off the radar?  Because he was delivering his friend's kids, secret Christmas presents which have been hidden at his house.  See what I mean?

My hopes where high and I was ready to share my deepest, darkest secrets... like... I write, for all the world to see, but as it happens, it never came up.

The date lasted 2 hours and 10 minutes.  Date was affable, mildly funny, (I know I'm being harsh but I'm comparing him to someone who cracks me up.)  We had two hours worth of fun facts to talk about.

That said, I was kind of clock watching.  The man was lovely, absolutely nothing wrong with him... but there was no spark.  I knew from three seconds in, that there was... no spark.  Despite the easy chat, I feel like we said everything we had to say, in that one night.  If blind date wanted friendship... I'm in.  If, as I suspect, he wanted something else... then I'm out.

I actually sat there thinking, "marry you, or single forever?"  I chose single forever in a heartbeat.  (Not that I imagine he would want to marry me anyway.)

I know I sound shallow and flawed, no argument here, but I've reached the point where I almost know who I am.  I admit that I may be lonely at times, but is that a good enough reason to pursue a relationship with someone who doesn't do it for you?

Jan and I went on a shopping expedition yesterday.  I bought a stunning candelabra for my fireplace which I love.  We window shopped in M&S and they have a print to buy which reads; "you had me at hello".  Well, I had to explain to Jan that it was a famous line; Tom Cruise, Ms Zellweger, "show me the money"?  It was lost.  Anyway, it's a brilliant line but blind date did not have me at "hello".  I guess that is the difference between real life as opposed to reel life.

I had a great time, I loved the excitement of meeting someone new.  I wish I had got the vibes that he was happy with friendship.  He'll make someone very happy one day, but that someone, won't be me.

Half Blind Date

I'm OK, bit stressed as per usual in the run up to Christmas but who isn't? I'm actually pretty organised for once. I got my last two Christmas presents last Saturday which was a load off as I was starting to panic as I couldn't think of what to get these three loved ones.

Lounge looks like an explosion in a wrapping factory, did plan on completing this afternoon but I'm waiting for Bee to arrive on her way to Leicester and also waiting to have some lunch (it's 3.27pm,) so by the time Bee has arrived, I'll probably decide to leave rest of wrapping until daylight tomorrow, (already getting dark.)

Well, will give you some gossip now to free up next chatting time. Went out with our girls on 7th December, it was a Christmas Dinner Dance type thing... very good, Manda couldn't make it but Carrie came, bonkers and lovely as ever, those genes are unmistakable.

After a little wine, Mrs Robinson announced that she'd deliberated for about 3 months but someone... in her new place of work, is my age, well, slightly younger, single and has the same sarcastic sense of humour as yours truly (I'm not offended,) and we should go on a blind date... except it's not totally blind as he has seen pics of me... apparently.

I obviously asked what is wrong with him because it is of course OK for me to be this age and single but I'm suspicious of men my age and single.  Mrs R succinctly announced that nothing was wrong with him, he has no baggage, his own house and his own teeth. (?) I know... I was a bit taken aback too but own teeth is not to be sniffed at.

Anyhoo, either I had had too much wine or Mrs R is a better sales person than I remember.  She did quite a bit of bargaining, it went from just a drink to just a coffee and the reassurance that if it all went ..... up, that I wouldn't lose her... and so I agreed.

48 hours later, due to the amount of alcohol consumed by Mrs R... she has to text me to see if I agreed permission to give out my number as she can't remember.  By now, I have cold feet, because I still really fancy you know who.  Mrs R declares that as it's their Christmas party on Sat, she'll take pics and we can take it from there, really shallow I know but we both know that there needs to be at least a spark to get things going. 

By the following Friday, after being full of cold and feeling neglected by you know who... I casually text our friend to say at this point, what the heck, I may just go on a date... no pic necessary, to which she replies, "I've already taken matters into own hands, he has your number... expect a text!"

Swiftly followed by... "Love you!!!!! xxxxxx" Yeah yeah.

As predicted, said male, did indeed politely text, introduce self and ask out on date, to which I replied... yes.

Needless to say, I'm very confused.  

Had a blackout on Wednesday, the electrical kind, only about 5 minutes but really weird, from chatting to people and texting friends, seems like it was all of the town.  Turns out lightening hit a pylon, now how often does that happen?

So, Bee arrived at 3.40pm, only 1 hour 40 minutes later than she had predicted, so glad I rushed around like a loon to get home for 2pm.

Love as always xxx