i'm still in a bit of a dilemma over last night's date. he was nice to talk to. quite funny. he thought i was funny, i had him in hysterics! again, he had exaggerated online about his 'business'. he is a web designer, contracting through his own limited company...that's not 'running a business'. they do like to hoodwink you into thinking they are richard branson.
he was a red head. this was something vic and i had discussed on the train to southend on sunday. i showed her his profile picture to ask her opinion on the hair colour (as he had stated 'light brown' on his profile page) and she couldn't make her mind up either. i suspect he had adjusted the red hue in photoshop. clever. i wasnt very clever though. his profile name was 'jrangutan'. the fact that he refers to himself as a ginger monkey is a bit of a giveaway.
he was quite well spoken so i was using my phone voice. it doesnt last long. i try to phase the dagenham in over a period of time so that they dont notice.
in the restaurant things were awkward. tables quite close together so conversation easily overheard. he was having a problem with this. i did most of the talking (as usual). i ordered the mixed seafood linguine. it was to die for. best bit of the date IMO.
he paid and we walked down to the pub. at which point he completely loosened up and was a delight to talk to. really odd! we spoke about our families and he told me his great uncle was H G Wells. i was extremely impressed by this and immediately google stalked it when i got home. found out a lot about H G, but nothing of his family tree. i was also looking to see if HG was ginger. couldn't find that out either. useless.
we walked back to the cars and up in the night sky was a flame, floating across towards the sea from shore. it was completely mad and i told him i thought it was an alien craft, propelled by fire. he liked this idea, it was the only explanation for it really. i was out with H G Wells' great nephew, it is to be expected that there is going to be some sort of alien encounter.
they always ask if you want to do it again. i hate that. i would rather they say, i'll call you in the week. that, i can ignore. a text, i can ignore. but ask me to my face, on a mild night in leigh, with the waves slapping on the mud as a backdrop, i cant turn around and say 'not on your life sunshine'. so i said yes. he asked if i was sure. i said yes (but meant no). he went in for the kiss so i went for the cheek and hug deflection move.
these guys are nice, but there is a reason why they use online dating. there is always a catch. he told me he had a beach and a recording studio, before he had met me. so he is showing me what he has got in order to entice me into meeting him. alarm bells should ring. i have fuck all, and i dont let them know that until about 3 months down the line..
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