Tuesday, 30 November 2010

So-so and then some

The so-so date

Polite drinking etiquette aside - we had NOTHING in common past the basics. Yes, we both liked to breathe. Yes, we both liked cinema - different genres of course. I was planning my escape from the get-go. It wasn't so-so, it was awful. God, my glass is half-full.

Since, I've had four more dates; one interesting, one embarrassing, one passionless and one just plain torturous. 

I think that I am in the wrong place to date, I don't mean geographically, but mentally. As such, the rest will probably sound like the ramblings of a woman destined to be bitter and twisted always.

The interesting date

He was interesting the date itself less so, afterwards through I realised that I didn't fancy him but I did enjoy his company. After a couple 'thanks for a great night texts' communication fizzled out. Looking back at it, he must have felt like he was being interviewed with the endless supply of questions I had for him.

The embarrassing date

He had to reschedule, then I did.  By the time we met, saucy text messages had been sent, received, lady-played over.  I arrived ten minutes late (thanks Victoria Line!).  I moment I sat down, I felt that the text messages were too intimate too quickly.  I could feel my cheeks  blush.  To counter my unease, I waffled without pause.  At the end of the night, we embraced, I went to kiss his cheek as he aimed kissed my mouth but unfortunately his lips landed on my ear.  Oh dear.

The passionless date(s)

We met for a quick drink in a favourite pub of mine. After the first or second drink there was little chemistry, I actually had the bottle to say that as he looked like he was falling asleep, we should go our separate ways. He looked shocked (see 'is it an ego thing?' from yesterday), we had dinner and it was pleasant and I laughed almost continuously.  We had an awkward train station embrace, half hug/half air-kiss.

We met up again, this time for a romantic picnic, although there was no romance.  A very asexual date.  As we parted, again, a weird half hug/half air-kiss.  He said he was going to call during the week that followed the picnic, he didn't, so I didn't.

The plain torturous one will have to wait until tomorrow...

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Monday, 29 November 2010

The so-so date

What the fuck was I thinking - that I was ready - I wasn't. It would be another month before that fact would be acknowledged.

Where does this strange etiquette come from? The one where you don't fancy each other after one never-mind two drinks. So why then have three, four, maybe more, just to see? Is it an ego thing? Is it waiting to have ones attractiveness validated, or is it just English politeness and manners gone mad...

Maybe our American cousins have the right idea*:

a) You rock up
b) Decide you don't 'feel' it
c) Make like a tree and leave

* Based on one conversation with an American colleague...

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In memory of all the nice beavers

RIP Leslie Nielsen.

Lt. Frank Drebin (Nielsen): "Like a blind man at an orgy, I was going to have to feel my way through."

Naked Gun 33 1/3: The Final Insult

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Mo' Movember

In the struggle that is London + Public Transport + minus zero weather conditions, I couldn't help but notice the number of attractive men with sometimes downright disturbing attempts for a moustache...

And I like facial hair on a man!  There is however a fine line between looking masculine and being mistaken for a seventies serial killer.

Can they all be 'doing it for Charity - Movemberists...'?

With Movember nearly over, will 1 December be the start of a new shaving regime or will be so cold that Movember will be with us in spirit until at least Spring 2011...

30FLondon - offering to massage prostates since 2009...

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Sunday, 28 November 2010

Sex is like football

Sex is "very much like [American] football, you know, there are plays, you've just got to look for holes in her defensive end..."