Second date with J: Faking it

Second date with J: Faking it.

I was totally late for my date with J. I totally forgot about it. I forgot what time and where we were meeting. I finished working on the documentary early. I went down to pub and was joined by my work colleagues including my buddy who responded to my ad. Additionally, my boss, CS was there.

I sent J a text to ask where we were meeting but I got a response from someone else. Apparently I didn’t have J’s number in my phone. All last week when I though he was being a stalker by texting me, it was actually someone else texting me. Oh my!

I stayed a little too long for work drinks. I had been conscious of CS and how close in proximity he was to me. He must have walked past my desk 20 times today. How weird. I think he was trying to get my attention. He has no reason to walk past my desk to get to his unless he really wants to.

Anyhow at the pub, I left before him. As I was walking back to the tube, I noticed that he was beside me. Shit he must have walked fast to catch up with me. I left work way before him. He was on the phone to his wife. It sounded like he was in shit with her.

The whole train ride I could tell that him finger fucking me days before was the furthest thing from his mind. He told me that felt guilty for being late meeting his wife. I dunno, maybe he felt guilty for other reasons. He seemed thoroughly uninterested in me at the moment. Two rejections in a day. YAY!


I stroked his hair for a bit. He looked über uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked

He said, “yeah”

He talked about his wife the whole time.

I pretended to be interested.

When I got off the tube and exited the station, I got a text form Jay asking where I was. I then remember we were meeting at a pub on Frith street. Shit. Then it all came back to me. I was the one who suggested meeting there. How did I forget my own suggestion? That takes a special type of talent Anyhow, I was only an hour late, but oh well. I know, I shouldn’t be late.

Jay and I went out for drinks followed by dinner. He’s a perfect gentleman. He’s nice and he’s very sweet. We got along fine but at the end of the day I don’t think I’m attracted to him. Still that didn’t stop me from snogging him at the end of the night. I snogged him as if I really, really fancied him. I was faking it. I was snogging him as if there’s some future for us. I was faking it. I was looking into his eyes and snogging him as if I fancied a quick fuck in a dirty alley. I know I’m a bitch but I was faking it.

There’s not even going to be a third date. He’s also a horrible kisser. He’s like one of THE worse people I’ve ever kissed.

Why did I spend a half hour snogging him?

Cuz it was better than doing nothing, that’s why.