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From speed dating to making speedy escapes, our no-holds-barred blog will follow one girl’s attempts to venture into the dating jungle, play the field and share any wisdom that she finds along the way!
Week Twelve: Working Overtime
Over the past week, the main consideration on the dating front has been whether to proceed to date two with Skinny Jeans.
After our initial date, I had been of the opinion that it was worth a shot as we had a pretty good time but conflicting schedules, hangovers and work commitments have meant that over a week later, we still haven’t found an evening to meet up.
As you’re probably aware, having that much time to ponder the pros and cons of a potential suitor ain’t no good thing as it lets the mind wander to issues that really shouldn’t matter at this stage. Such as…we can’t find time for a date so that doesn’t really bode well for any possible relationship? Is musical taste an reasonable deal-breaker with a new guy? Are his text banter skills good enough to keep me interested for another two weeks should the second date go well? See, I told you, TOO MUCH TIME.
(If anyone has answers to these questions, please put them on a postcard…or Twitter)
We were supposed to finally meet up last night but he got delayed at work, which I would probably be annoyed at if I hadn’t bailed a few times previously. So I’m going to leave it in the lap of the gods, if our next agreed day falls through then I’m taking it as a sign to cut my losses. If it doesn’t, I’ll go in with an open mind.
In the meantime, I made a shocking discovery about a guy I had been chatting to on Tinder.
First, some background. Two years ago, I met a Italian guy in a bar in Dublin, we had a good chat and he befriended me on Facebook. Nothing more came of it.
Lately on Tinder, I matched with another Italian and saw that we had my bar friend in common. He also picked up on it and messaged to ask how I knew him. This developed into a bit of back and forth for a few days, culminating in him asking me out.
I wasn’t overenthused as I sensed he wasn’t really my type so I made an excuse to put off the date until I had sussed him out a bit more.
The following day, I was on Facebook when I saw an update from our mutual buddy, expressing his delight at booking tickets for a holiday and tagging my suitor (who had quite an unusual name) in the status. I’m only human so I took this as a green light to have a guilt-free stalk of his Facebook profile and was shocked to see that far from being available, he is in a social-media update worthy relationship with another woman.
I could have called him up on it but eventually decided that completely blanking him was the best way forward. I’ve since received THREE messages from him so as well as being a cheat, he’s also not able to take a hint. What an ass.
My friend Laura also struck out this week while on a night out in the city over the weekend. Having dolled up to the nines, she hit the bar and was halfway into her first drink when she and her friend were approached by two guys.
The usual small talk ensued as the lad questioned them on whether they had been to the One Direction concert. At this point, Laura clocked that their admirers were maybe a little younger than them and started playing with her phone in an attempt to discourage their advances.
Undeterred, they continued with the conversation before Laura’s boy eventually plucked up the courage to ask her out.
“Could I get your number and maybe take you out for a drink sometime,” he said, no doubt thinking that was the King of Smooth.
“I have my Leaving Cert next month but I’d love to meet up after?”
Unable to contain her shock, she stuttered “No offence but how old are you?”.
When he replied to say that he was 17, she laughed and said “Sure I’m nearly a decade older than you!”
But our budding Romeo still had a few lessons to learn and responded with a sentence that is pretty much guaranteed to end your chances with any 20 to 30-something lady.
“It’s ok, I like an older woman.”
Ah sure, you can’t blame a lad for trying!
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