Date #10 Badly Styled and Boring

Date #10 Badly Styled and Boring

It only takes one or two stellar dates to make the other dates seem like dog poo. Tonight’s date was dog poo but only relatively.

I met tonight’s date along Canary Riverside. Somehow he was much cuter in his picture than he was in person – that’s almost always the case. He’s an I.T. guy. And you know how I love my I.T. guys.

When I first saw him I thought “Oh god his hair is too puffy.” Also he was wearing the second most ugly coat I’ve ever seen on a man. (A fur coat being the first). His coat was a three-quarter inch light brown leather jacket. It was soooooo 70’s. Sooooo Starkly & Hutch.

Then there was part of me saying “Hey give this guy a chance. You’re insulting his hair and clothes already. How picky are you?” He was a nice guy for sure but I just didn’t feel the chemistry. I wanted to feel it but I couldn’t manufacture something that wasn’t there.

Like a lot of I.T. guys his personality was a little dull. I wanted him to say something that shocked me. Something that seemed adventurous. Something that would cast him n a new light. But the only thing he said that caught me off guard was, “Ruby on Rails in the way of the future.” Um, okay!

He was a perfect gentleman and treated me to a pretty expensive meal. I didn’t look at the bill but some quick math made the bill out to be about £140.

I gave him a kiss goodnight aiming for his cheek. Next thing I know his tongue was rammed down my through. Ugh! Then another kiss. Double Ugh! One more kiss for the road. I had to pull away early. Too much tongue! The amount of tongue I was given was in no way equivalent to how well the date went. He must be optimistic.

As soon as I got off the tube he sent me a message saying that he had a fantastic night. Lucky him.

I’m starting to grow weary of all these first dates. And to think I have to go through it all again tomorrow.