Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Breathe And Reboot
I need to learn to pace myself, I really do. Just generally in life I need to stop being so over-excitable and stop chucking myself head first into things all the time.
The date with the musician was nice, despite him being an hour late (he called ahead to warn me, so that was okish). He was shorter and less cute than I'd remembered which was odd because I (shockingly) wasn't drunk when I met him. Still, we went to one of my favourite fire 'n' leather pubs and had a couple of beers - he paid too which was lovely of him. The last guy I went out with did round for round with me which I'm fine with but it was nice to experience a little chivalry.
We chatted perfectly nicely and there were no awkward silences but something wasn't quite right. I hate to be vague but there was just no spark and for me that's a big deal. I can't imagine really dating someone who leaves me feeling the emotional equivalent of a casual shrug. Oh I'm so disappointed though; we got on so well on the phone! I tried so hard to be sparky and funny to put him at ease but I felt he was helding back. Maybe he was nervous, who knows? I walked back to the tube with him and he gave me a kiss on either cheek then left. Haven't heard from him today and I haven't contacted him. I don't know what I would say if I did to be honest.
Meanwhile, the graphic designer has suddenly got interesting again. I sent him one 'hello' email to the other address he gave me and he replied but I didn't go back because it was still a bit slow. However, he dropped me a line this morning and we've spent the whole day excitedly emailing back and forth, have swapped mobile numbers and booked a date for next Friday night. I'm not giving up on that one yet! But as I've just said, I'm not going to get myself worked up about it all this time. Yes, he's been very funny/cheeky today and yes he sent me a photo of himself that showed his upper body and yes he has forearms I could stroke for an hour but I'm determined not to get carried away...ahem.
Had to pick our Secret Santas at work today and surprise, surprise I got the MD. An office full of 10 women and 3 men and I get him. Fortunately there's a shop in the tube that sells chocolate genitalia so it'll be fine.
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