Date #5 My Cute Bald Englishman

Date #5 My Cute Bald Englishman

Finally, I’ve been asked out by someone English! Maybe English guys just aren’t attracted to me? I don’t know. I don’t at all mind being asked out by other nationalities, but it does seem weird that I live in England and this is my first English guy since I’ve started this internet dating thing.

I met my Bald Eagle at a pub down the road from where I work. He was charming, warm, funny and a damn nice guy. We both share a passion for the gym. The three hours we spent together felt like 3 minutes. I know that’s so cliché, but that’s how it felt.

There was definite chemistry there. Probably not as much chemistry as the Australian guy, but I also had a lot less to drink this time around. We left the pub after our third drink. We kissed just outside of the tube station. His lips were soft, tender and I felt good in thinking that he’s the sort of guy I’d like to kiss again.