Last weekend I ended up on a pretty successful date with a definite potential. More on that later maybe, but the one I really want to indulge you in is Saturday nights little meet up. This guy has been making an attempt to meet up with me for quite a few months now but I'm a very busy girl and don't have a lot of free time. Whilst at a rather disatrous open mic last Sunday night, I arranged to meet up on Friday night. Then cancelled because I had a work event so rearranged for Thursday night, then cancelled because I was playing in a concert for my primary school. This cancelling and rearranging had happened a number of times prior to this so the guy was pretty persistent and undettered. We finally agreed on Saturday evening so once I'd finished work, I went home to get ready. I may be in the minority here but I figured that going to meet someone from an internet dating site probably counts as a date and a date requires a little bit of effort to be made in the appearance department. I am aware that I spend every day in a clothing shop and make quite a bit of effort for work. I also take pride in my appearance and like to make an effort if I am leaving the house for anything other than running down the road to get some milk or walking the dogs. Some people may even go so far as to say that I overdress a lot of the time. As I had no idea what to expect from this date, I went with a fairly standard outfit that could go anywhere. I definitely looked presentable and expected the same from my date. I was pretty shocked to say the least when I clocked the guy I was meeting and he looked like he was heading to the beach. I understand that it was a hot day, but still! If you're heading to the beach, fine, look like you're heading to the beach. If you're going on a date that you evidently wanted to go on judging by the persistance, make an effort!!! Anyway, not wanting to judge entirely on choice of clothing, we went for a little walk and starting chatting. Awkwardly. Again, I don't want to be too judgemental or snooty but I'm quite an intelligent person and I work hard at my job. I may not always have worked hard academically but I was one of those people that got by with reasonable grades without putting in too much effort. He was a 'couldn't be bothered' type and made that clear. I don't tend to get on with that type of person to be honest. We stopped to get a drink and look out over Plymouth Sound which is actually a lovely place to be on a summer evening. As he went to get the drinks, I sent a quick text to mum: 'how do I escape a date?' and half way through my drink, got a phone call from Mum who had hurt her ankle gardening and since Dad was away and my brother was out, she needed me to take her to A&E. Oldest trick in the book. Initially I think I got away with it. I even managed to convince myself at one point that I was worried about my poor crippled Mum! It was probably around the seriously awkward goodbye that he worked out that this was a get out clause but I'm never going to see him again and have no connection to him at all so I'm not really fussed about what he thinks. Would it have been fairer to say to him, you're short, unattractive, boring and need to make more effort and I don't want to spend any more time with you? Or should I have left whilst he was getting the drinks? I think I'll stick with being rescued by Mum (again- best Mum in the world!)
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