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I met a guy recently whilst out and about in London who seemed nice, normal even.

I didn't expect to hear from him at all if I am honest. I've given up expecting men to actually call when they take my number, anyone who has watched Sex And The City will tell you that this theme has been exhausted.

However he did get in touch and ask me for a drink. Thanks to the tube strike it didn't look like the date would happen, he wasn't sure what time he would get to our meeting place due to the public transport nightmare and said that if he wasn't there by 7pm I should definitely go home and we would rearrange the date.

Alarm bells were ringing that this was just some joke and that I would end up sitting there alone, it all having been a wind up.

However at about fifteen mins to seven he walked in, just as cute as I remembered.

He didn't know the area and asked me to pick somewhere to go, so I suggested a place not far away and we trotted round to the bar, grabbed a couple of drinks and settled in a corner. A quick summary...

He has a husky - my favourite kind of dog
He likes boxing - I like boxing
Name a film he likes - I like that film
TV - See above

So we had enough in common to talk a couple of hours away. However he'd stopped drinking beer and had bought himself a gin and tonic. I stood up to get the next round and he patted me on the arm and said "You do know you're a girl don't you?" now I wasn't about to bash him for wanting to pay but to be it like that couldn't have sounded more condescending. I don't mind buying a round, particularly on a first date when no one has anything to lose, but to be spoken to like that made me feel like the "little woman" - perhaps my feminist side was overreacting a little.

Unfortunately once he started mixing his drinks he was a pointless date. He asked me how long I had been single and I told him - about two years. He said "So you haven't been laid in two years?"

FFS

I brushed the question off like it was a joke but it pissed me off because it really is not a question to ask a lady, and it was none of his fucking business (its been a while)

In fairness he was very pissed but even so. Eventually the conversation got a bit heated when we got onto the topic of religion (don't ask me how, only he and his long island ice tea know that)

We travelled to the same station and I pointed him in the direction of his train, he was texting me on the way home saying how sorry he was to mess up our date and that he'd fucked it all up. I just replied being nice and said it was fine, after all he'd been a bit of a prick but he wasn't a horrible person, just horrible at mixing his drinks.


It really was disappointing because at the beginning of the date I was musing to myself about how lovely it was to have met someone actually worth spending date time with!

After a poll of the ladies at work the outcome was split, some think he was nervous and deserves another chance, he text me this evening and asked if I am free tomorrow, so on Monday, after work, we are going for coffee, far safer and also I would like to see if it was purely too much alcohol that made him so mouthy.

We'll see readers but in the meantime...

Love
SG
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