Hark The Herald Angels Sing

So I had fixed my date with conductor guy (orchestras not buses) for Monday and after Fridays second standing up I was not expecting anything much from this date. I had temporarily lost faith in online dating and whilst I was fully prepared to attend the dates I had in the pipeline I was thinking about giving it a rest for a while.

It was getting depressing to sit, date after date, across from some nightmare guy who has no idea of what passes for normal conversation or behaviour. Even the dates which have not been so bad have been a slight let down in terms of realising that I’m just not attracted to the person and therefore within a few minutes of meeting them knowing I wouldn’t see them again.

To be honest I was expecting either a guy with two heads or a personality disorder to arrive, or for him not to turn up at all.

I arrived slightly early and did my usual and headed straight to the ladies to freshen up, to my relief he text me to say he was at the bar and told me what he was wearing.

From the back of his head I couldn’t tell much about him but he only had one!

Jeremy, 38, Conductor.

The background of Jeremy is this: We had been chatting online for a couple of weeks, his age was only three years over my 25-35 age bracket but as he has such an interesting job and seemed so nice and polite I was more than happy to be flexible on this point. I use the age bracket in the hope of meeting someone who has not been married or had children but it’s not a deal breaker. Other than that I didn’t have tonnes of info on him but he came across very well.

Much to my joy after having had so many dates turn up looking like they are the last remaining resident of fraggle rock, Jeremy was handsome, well dressed and looked like his photo. He was not, upon meeting in person, short, ugly or older than advertised.

Jeremy was also very good at putting me at ease and once we started talking the conversation flowed very well. We spoke about the usual first date things, he also asked about my writing and was humoured but a little concerned when I confessed that I do write about my dates. After reassuring him that I do not use real names or any info that could link back directly to the person he seemed relieved. He even read the “cum hither” entry much to my amusement.

We spent about three hours talking over a few drinks and all in all I would say, compared to my other dates, that it was a success. We walked to the tube and he asked me if I was free next week, to which I said I was and later I sent him a text thanking him for a lovely evening and saying it would be great to do it again.

So there you have it, whilst it was a first date and there is still plenty of time to discover that Jeremy is in actual fact a nut case, there are seemingly some good dates to be had and this has restored a little bit of my faith in dating in general.  

It’s amazing what a pleasant date can do for your confidence, the following day I met my old friend, who I shall name Southern Comfort (she knows why) and told her all about my date. I couldn’t help a little smile appearing on my face when I told her it has gone well.

So there is something to be said for dating, online or otherwise, as a general mood booster and tool of reassurance when the person seems to like you to. After all as much as I may find my own dates disastrous who is to say there isn’t a single man blog somewhere about me? I could well be someone else’s fraggle rock resident!

Drink your cares away (clap clap)
Worry’s for another date
Let the music play (clap clap)
Down at dating fraggle rock
Much love SG X