Typical

Baileys Guy... for months I've been having 'Mutual Contact' with this guy, with a couple of near 'Face to Face's, but so far I haven't met him. So what's he done?

Call this evening to invite me out tomorrow, that's what! It's the final day of the 6 Nations, and he's in the area to watch one of the games. So he wondered if I fancied a spot of lunch, and then going along to the game with him!!!

Fantastic, yes? Well, no... not really.

I can't go! I've promised my Bruv (and various friends) I'd watch possibly the best couple of games of rugby, AND celebrate St Patrick's day with them!

Can you believe it... all this time, and now he wants to meet! Well, he's going to have to wait... After the Date from Hell last weekend, I know it's not a good idea to mix rugby and copious amounts of Guinness with a new 'Face to Face', so no dates this weekend.

They're stacking up next week though! So far I've got lunch with the M&S Spotter (No.29), bowling with Outdoorsy Guy, and if The Dentist (No.30) calms down with his texty ways we're off for a night out!

Obviously that all depends on whether my liver survives tomorrow. I've been preparing all week, and totally abstained from any alcohol at all. Luckily I think my Bruv always seems to end up drunker than me, which should me look a *little* more responsible :)

Spotted!

It's happened again... I've been spotted! You remember the barman a couple of weeks ago who recognised me? Well, I've just got an email off a guy who saw me in M&S today, and realised where he knew me from!

I emailed him back to suggest the next time he spots me he should give me a secret sign, and he wants to go the whole Masons route and roll one of his trouser legs up, but he's going to throw in a Monty Python walk too... subtle eh!

Anyway, he's suggested as we both seem to get our lunch from the same place we meet sometime :)

Oh, and I'm meeting The Dentist next week for some wine and tapas!

Who said this online dating was a chore?!?

oh yes...

I forgot... I've had an email off the Rugby Supporting Wine Loving Golfer (aka The Cheating Bastard). He wanted to apologise for his behaviour last night!

Ummm, it's not me you should be apologising to honey... it's your wife.

Story time

Phew, last date of the weekend. After last night's Date from Hell with the Rugby Supporting Wine Loving Golfer (aka The Cheating Bastard) I was seriously tempted to cancel today's 'Face to Face' (27 or 28?) with The Journalist. I'd almost lost the dating will to live, but then I thought, could it be any worse?

And thankfully no, it wasn't!!

The Journalist was actually a very nice guy. We met for a late lunch, and to catch the final rugby game of this weekend (and a fab game it was too!). We had a lovely time... nice banter, nice food, a couple of drinks and good sport. He did ask me about my experiences in online dating, but I decided to be vague about it (just in case he was fishing for a story!). I just told him I'd had a few dates :/

He's restored my faith in online dating (I know, I'm just so fickle). Not everyone out there is an emotional stunted, socially inept poor excuse of a man.

Heaven and hell

Two dates down, and what a contrast!

Thursday I went for a drink with the Outdoorsy Guy, and guess what?? He seemed like a very normal, down to earth kind of guy!! We had a couple of drinks, a nice chat, bit of a giggle... a straight forward normal night out. It was a refreshing change to meet someone who doesn't immediately seem to have a bag full of issues! So we've arranged to meet for lunch next week :)

In stark contrast last night's 'Face to Face' with the Rugby Supporting Wine Loving Golfer was officially the Date From Hell.

We'd arranged to meet at half six. So, I start getting ready about an hour before. I'd just jumped out of the shower when I got a text off him... he was there, and did I want him to order me a drink?

WHAT!!!!

I double checked the time we'd agreed to meet (thinking I may've got it wrong). Definitely half six, so I let him know I'd be as quick as I could (and can I have a red drink please!). I'm now trying to speed up getting ready, which he made a little more difficult by bombarding me with texts... does he not realise checking them is going to make me late!

Eventually I got there just before half past... he apologised for being early, but he was so excited he couldn't wait! I should've maybe seen that as a signal things weren't going to be easy, but I didn't. At that point I thought he was quite sweet... he'd even brought me a pressie (my favourite choccies!)

So, on with the date. He told me he was incredibly nervous because this was the first date he'd been on in years! I tried to break the ice by talking about the earlier rugby (my team won, his are heading for a wooden spoon), and that seemed to relax him a bit! After a couple of drinks we got a table for dinner. That's when it all started to go badly wrong!

For some unknown reason I had a desire to stay sober(ish), and so I was drinking oodles of water between glasses of wine. He, on the other hand was drinking oodles of beer between glasses of wine, and was rapidly getting sloshed. And you know how I hate the 'where do you see us going' line of questioning? Well, he went a little further than that, more along of the lines 'this is where we're going'!

Seriously... we've 'known' each other by email for a couple of weeks, only just met in real life, and yet this guy had pretty much mapped out the rest of my life! And it was the style he was doing it... bear in mind he was drunk, but actually telling me he thought my 'problem' was down to the fact I hadn't met a guy who could take the lead, and that he was there to change all that :/

By now I'm fairly certain I'm not going to see him again (and have decided to skip dessert), but there was one little nugget of information about him that made me 100% sure... he was MARRIED!!

And when I say married (I have met people before who are not 'quite' divorced), I mean very much married, but he's signed up for online dating because he thinks his life needs to change direction :/

I'm sitting in a restaurant with a pissed up, cheating bastard who can't understand why I'm not falling at his feet. Even the bloody waiter was giving me sympathetic looks! I suggested we get the bill... at which point he asked if I wanted to go dancing?!?

I'm obviously not giving him the right signals here, so it was time to be blunt with him. The bill arrived, and I suggested splitting it. Although he could hardly string a sentence together by now, he loudly protested no girl of his was going to pay! At that point I knew it was time to go (quickly), so I left my half of the bill, gave him back his chocolates and suggested if he had a decent side to him at all he'd take them home to his wife.

There you have it... the worst date I think I've ever had.