Date #4 The Irishman with the Poncy Name
Date #4 The Irishman with the Poncy Name
He looked reasonably cute in his photos. Maybe too cute. He only had a passing interest in me until I mentioned that I had dated a celeb or two. Then he was all anxious to meet me ASAP.
We only met for forty-five minutes. This was the perfect amount of time to meet since I really wasn’t into him. He was the media type working at a competing channel. He kept telling me about how he used to run night clubs, do lots of coke and fuck models.
NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL!!!
He had a certain arrogance about him that made me want to punch him in the head. Why did I even agree to go out with him?!? The date was just long enough for me to finish my drink and to walk out of the pub with my dignity in tact.
He looked reasonably cute in his photos. Maybe too cute. He only had a passing interest in me until I mentioned that I had dated a celeb or two. Then he was all anxious to meet me ASAP.
We only met for forty-five minutes. This was the perfect amount of time to meet since I really wasn’t into him. He was the media type working at a competing channel. He kept telling me about how he used to run night clubs, do lots of coke and fuck models.
NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL!!!
He had a certain arrogance about him that made me want to punch him in the head. Why did I even agree to go out with him?!? The date was just long enough for me to finish my drink and to walk out of the pub with my dignity in tact.
Labels: assholes, cocaine, dating, Husband Hunting, Irish
posted by Naive London Girl at 3/09/2008 01:02:00 AM
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