The secret diary of a single parent bloke
The first date wasn’t exactly brilliant, but despite that, I’d been chatting to Dee and had a second date. It’s been a while since I had a date with anybody, and over a year since I had a second date! And it was a bit strange.
After her comment last week, when we met I presented Dee with a huge bunch of flowers, which she loved, and then went into the restaurant. I’d tried to book a table in advance, only to be told that they don’t accept bookings. When we got there, the place was packed! There was a three hour wait for a table. “You didn’t plan this very well did you?”, she said. Well, she was probably right. I phoned another nearby restaurant, only to be told that they didn’t accept bookings either. We chanced it, and went, but there were no tables available there either.
“Great way to impress someone”, she said, among other things. We waited, and eventually sat down for a meal. All the way through it, there was comments and criticisms that it was really late to be eating a meal, lack of planning, not the best restaurant, average food….. To be fair, she wasn’t wrong on any of these points, but I was getting fed up of hearing about it.
As with the previous date, she’d made lots of comments about me making her pay half towards the drinks and food. I actually hadn’t asked her at all, and am more than happy to pay. I still couldn’t work out whether this was said as a joke, or in seriousness, but it was wearing a little thin. After the meal she said that she wanted to go home, and invited me back with her. I accepted (well, you would, wouldn’t you!)
One thing lead to another….
It was about 2am, and I was nearly asleep, the nice not-quite-awake-but-not-quite-asleep part, when I was awakened by Dee. She was stood at the end of the bed, holding my clothes.
“I think you’d better leave now” she said.
“Erm. OK. Why?”
“You just should”
So I got dressed and left. How rude.