That Elusive Second Date

That Elusive Second Date

I’ve always been under the impression that I’m a great first date person. Recently, I’ve been having problems getting to that second date stage. The first date goes well and the second date just doesn’t come into fruition.

Last week I had a date lined up for every single day. Seven dates in Seven days. Out of those 7 dates 4 of them canceled. What’s going on there?

Sunday Date: Went well.

Monday Date: Stood up. We made plans for Monday and he just didn’t show up. Didn’t call. Didn’t text. Not only rude and inconsiderate, but to make it worse a waste of my time. Usually I’m apt to giving people a second chance, but I’m not going to waste anymore time on this guy. I'm blocking him from my MSN.

Tuesday Date Went well.

Wednesday Date Went well.

Thursday Date He forgot! Remember my Bald Eagle? As great as our date went the previous week I was forgotten this week. We made plans to grab a drink after work and then he forgot to show up. He called the next day to apologize. He also asked me out for tonight. I still feel skeptical about this, but I'm going through with it.

Friday Date His father was sick. I suppose it’s a plausible excuse? At least he called in advance.

Saturday Date He texted me on Wednesday to tell me that he had the flu and couldn’t make it on Saturday. I love getting lots of notice, but how does he know that he still would have been sick? I asked him if he wanted to reschedule, but there was no response. How weird.

So now you men see what us women have to put up with. Whether these excuses are true or not, you can see how it makes dating more difficult. In any case I’m not mad or bitter. I am just moving on.

Still I wonder, how many first dates will I go on?

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.