The secret diary of a single parent bloke
My odd experience with Helen, combined with a general lack of interest in me on the dating website, has meant a long gap between dates. But, I’ve just come back from a date with Karen. And that was odd too!
Like Helen, she refused to show me a photo of herself beforehand. When I asked her if she’d send me a photo, she sent a picture of a dog, which made me laugh. But when meeting in a busy pub, you end up looking at every lone female, wondering whether she’s the one you’re supposed to be meeting. We somehow managed to find each other; she looked nice, and not at all like a rottweiler.
I brought her a drink, and we sat down to chat. Or rather, I chatted and she said nothing. And she didn’t drink her lemonade. She just sat there. She only spoke long enough to confirm that she was hungry, so we went for a meal.
The Italian restaurant was nice, and again, I tried to start a conversation. She only spoke long enough to order her food.
I was now very conscious that I was trying to fill the awkward silences by talking more and more, whilst she simply wasn’t talking at all. Every time I stopped talking, the gap felt like a chasm. Any time I asked a question, the reply was a single word answer. “Oh, listen to me, jabbering away. I bet you can’t get a word in edgeways” I said, trying desperately. “Actually”, she said, “I thought you were being really quiet”. Reading it back, it sounds like she was making a joke. But she looked at me with all seriousness.
I decided just to eat my food. She’d given up after a couple of forkfuls and a sip of lemonade.
I gave her a lift home afterwards, and soon received a text telling me what a lovely night she’d had. Well I’m glad somebody had.