So tomorrow I have a date.
This is a big deal in that I haven’t been on a date in a long time. I don’t want to think how long it has been because I am still in serious denial that I am in my thirties.
This guy (#17 in case you were wondering) I had initially disregarded as someone that I would be interested in spending much time with. However, due to some issues that took me out of dating range the last few weeks I have gotten to know this guy through the wonder that is Whatsapp. Ok, that might have been some mild sarcasm there, but hey it’s me.
So he seems like a nice guy. What I mean by this is he is visually appealing enough for me to risk being seen in public with him. He is quite frankly the hottest thing I have seen in the Cotswolds since that awesome sticky toffee pudding at some pub outside Stroud. He is funny too, I’m not sure if that is intentionally or not and he gives good banter.
Initially I think he thought I was going to be his usual interaction type and I was indifferent enough to tell him more than once to stick his cockshots up his arse because I had no interest in a dick looking way too pleased with itself for the simple fact that it can stand up upon production of a phone camera, popping up on my phone lock screen when I was in a situation where that could cause almost atomic meltdown if seen by the wrong eyes. He took this well, I am almost convinced that this honesty, frank indifference and the fact I laid on the line that if he gets attached to me in anyway I will neuter him has been the reason that this guy has been blowing up my phone for the past month. And I haven’t minded. It’s been nice to have a message I actually want to reply to instead of Try-Hard With a Vengence that seems to have whittled his messages down to one every few days. Man, do I ever regret agreeing to that visit now.
I’m not the kind that likes too much effort in that I find obvious and blatant availability not only slightly worrying but downright nauseating. Have some mystery about you man! I am trying to imagine if #17 were to suddenly switch to rampant doormat mode whether I would react any differently than to occasionally hit myself in the head with my phone (which has happened 3 times on receipt of messages so far). I cannot imagine I would and think that I have a little more depth than a puddle in this regard. Hotness does not prove a decent excuse to act like some form of puppy.
Am I expecting big things from this date? Not really. I’m not looking for big things from much at the moment. Still gun-shy and not afraid to admit it. So why am I bothering? Well dear reader, I am bothering because this guy is hot, I like the attention and I am sure that various other parts of me will enjoy his attention too when we reach the appropriate date threshold to begin removing articles of clothing with teeth…