My first date actually made it to 3 dates, 5 nights in Ireland and 1 more date after so I'm going to turn this into a trilogy.
For some reason I do not want to ridicule this one. Is it because he made a mark on my world as well as my knickers? He had a strange effect on me down below but I'll go into that a bit later and he was a nice introduction back into the world of dating. It didn't go without any hiccups though and I would hope that if he reads this, he can see the humour in it.
After a spell of text tennis we finally met on a Monday night and to sum him up I said to my friend Miss V "He's quite tasty with nice teeth and lips, made me laugh but a bit laddy." Making me laugh is one of the most important boxes to tick, second to making me come. Sorry only joking but I can't help myself. Football's not so high on my tick list but I've done cricket, golf, fishing and F1 so I could give it a go. Only later did I find out that it would include darts as well.
I came away thinking I'm not sure he's the one but I'm not sure he's not which is about as frustrating as when my batteries run out and the shop's shut. Despite some reservations there was something that intrigued me so I agreed to keep Saturday night free.
Oh and I forgot to mention one significant factor - he drove a silver car! Did this make him the one?
And the message from AJ my dating adviser just about sums up what happened next.
"Fucking keep Saturday free? What keep it free so that you can wait around for a text from his highness?!!! WTF?! Is he waiting for a better offer then?
You see after Tuesday the texts dried up and I got no reply from one I sent him on the Wednesday so "TMM" then became known as "The Bastard from B......" or "The Gay Cock".
Something wouldn't let me leave it there. Was it the lure of the silver car or the free tea (that's Northern for evening meal) I never got. Anyway whatever it was something compelled me to send a message back through the website asking if he had thrown me back into the shark infested waters. This led to a second date, a ride in the silver car and the free tea. Oh and lets not forget the snog on my doorstep leading me to send this message to my dear friend Miss B just because I could see the look on her face when she read it.
Me - Hi, been out with TMM tonight, had a snog and I know it's wrong but I'm dripping down there lol xxx
Miss B - Errrrrr that's gross. Too much info and I hope you didn't tell him it might put him off lol xxx
Was it so strange? At least I'd had a snog to make that happen. The worst thing is it happened every time I got a text from him and I'm sure that's not normal and has never happened to me before. I wouldn't have minded if the texts were even the slightest bit dirty. When he called me hot pants it wasn't far from the truth. It gave the girls at work a giggle, they nearly wet their pants. Well I had to confide in someone I was getting worried.
So our second date ended with a snog on my doorstep and me? Well the less said about that the better?
And so on our third date we booked 5 nights in Ireland and you can hear all about that in part 2!
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