The secret diary of a single parent bloke
It’s taken a while, but I’ve actually got a date tonight! After swearing, on many occasions, that I’d never do internet dating again, I’ve got myself a date via an internet dating website.
She lives locally, which is a bit of a first for me (I seem to go out on dates with people that live miles away). I know more about her than some of the other women I’ve been on dates with: she’s a little younger than me; has a two year old son; is a teacher… it’s suddenly dawned on me that I could be describing Jody! I’m sure that’s a coincidence.
But once again, I don’t know what this one looks like! I don’t think I’m superficial enough to be put off meeting someone by their looks, but it would be nice to see what she looks like. But it’s been such a long time since I went on a date, it would probably take a lot to put me off [the benefit of hindsight typing these things up in 2011 (5 years later) is great].
Well, I’m back from my date. I went to collect Jane from her home- she opened the door and looked absolutely stunning! In fact, she could have been a model, I hope my jaw didn’t hit the floor too loudly.
We to a fab restaurant that I knew, small, intimate and with a great atmosphere and food. The conversation started with her telling me all about herself, and moved on to her telling me all about herself some more. And she went on and on about herself. Anytime I attempted to say anything, she quickly cut over me and continued to tell me about how great she was, or turned any conversation quickly back to how great she was. I think she loved herself more than anyone else ever could. No wonder she was single!
Quite suddenly, she announced that she’d like to leave would like to be taken back home. Date over. Maybe her next date should be with herself.