Well well well… where have I been? I’ve been seeing a guy but it’s died already (not him, I didn’t murder him… the relationship has died).
Our first date was nothing out of the ordinary. We went to meet at a bar on a Sunday afternoon and it wasn’t opened, so we went on a bit of a pub crawl until we finally found somewhere open. He was very easy to talk to. He came back to my house, we watched Netflix, we didn’t chill, we made out, it was very nice.
That was 8 weeks ago. It was going well but he had some issues, I had one. I felt like he wasn’t very good at communicating.
Anyway I had to call it after he went awol from some mental health issues, which is so fine, I’m not a monster, I knew this going in and was fine with it but I couldn’t read his mind. Basically after sleeping with someone for a couple of months and talking to them daily it’s not okay to just drop off the face of the planet and also make effort from your mates. I must remember my worth and had to shut it down.
Bit of a kick in the teeth. Did I think he was “the one”? No. Did I like his company? Yes. So feeling a bit lonely and honestly not that interested in dating anyone else right now. We’ll see.
I went on a date on Wednesday night. He was lovely and easy to talk to. We got a drink, then he suggested dinner and he drove me home. He added me on Facebook shortly after and asked me out last night. Except by out it ended up being in at his place. I said let’s go out and do something fun but in the end he just wanted to go to his place. The predictable thing happened.
I really thought this one has keeper qualities. I know I could’ve left and not slept with him but I kind of resigned myself to the fact that’s all he was interested in.
What a shame. My heart hurts a little from this one.
So I went on a date on a public holiday. The guy was from Melbourne but after a truely horrible experience with my ex this weekend I was happy to go out with anyone even if there was no long term prospects.
The guy was cute but a bit nerdier than his tinder photos indicated. The first hour was easy to talk. The guy was driving so only had one drink which I think didn’t help for a long night
I decided to have another drink. When I came back he wouldn’t stop talking about The Fast and The Furious franchise. It was weird. I said that I hadn’t seen any which also didn’t help. I don’t care about The Rock I’m affraid.
The bar staff come over and told us that they needed the table in an hour, I said we’d go and he offered us a shot and we were like “don’t worry about it.” I used this time to escape the ongoing Vin Diesel talk and get the hell out of there. The bar dude came back with two shots. My date said no cause he was driving, a tipsy table next to us started egging me on so I had two shots and walked home alone, a bit tipsy and my heart in a lot of pain because of another man.