I’ve been dating a fair bit recently. It’s been interesting to say the least. I’ll tell you how so, of course.
October was a busy month for me, new house, job and date. All three are still with me. My job, I put a load of pressure on myself, so much so that November to january was a constant migraine, jan and feb I got medication and instead of constant pain I had weekly migraine attacks so bad I actually wanted to die at some points. February/ march I joined a gym and ive not had much bother with headaches at all… I guess I sweat all my stress out.
I’m still seeing oli; The guy who came at the same time as the job and house, after several falling outs and tantrums on my part. He is really a very nice man. So the other dates have stopped, he even rescued me from one car crash of a date.
Soo… date dirt…
I think the first date after meeting oli, I shall call… fitwood.
Fitwood and I messaged a few times, I got a really nice vibe from him, we arranged tomeet in the park to have lunch, I cancelled but apparently had a wrong number and ended up technically standing him up. Anyway, we met the week after. Nothing wrong with him but… and if you are a decent male you will roll your eyes, he was almost too sweet..
Another nice guy was messaging me at the time, he didn’t like that I live with three guys. I didn’t like that.
March was quiet, but I got absolutely spoilt on my birthday.
We shall call him wildthing. He wasn’t particularly wild, our first date went good, we were like old friends and just spoke for hours. So we had a second date, apparently dae number two is where no matter how much they love you being independent and cheeky on the first date, you are considered fragile and in need of completion. After telling me my shoes were ’ a bit mel b’ and, after seeing my return train ticket, that he was expecting me to stay (in his dads house might I add) we hunted down a restaurant that wasn’t fully booked (bad drills!) And he proceeded to tell me that he could read body language. My body was actually screaming ‘get me out of here’ which he translated as flirting. The young romantic took my hand in his and told me that I was a little girl who needs ‘looking after’. He didnt object to me splitting the bill though and the only ‘looking after’ he did was sticking his hand in my glass to fish out the strawberries.
I’m not gonna lie. I should have just told him I wasn’t interested. I didn’t, I pussied out and text my phonebook begging to be rescued. I pretended the phonecall was my mum, even though I think he saw the name flash up, and oli rescued me, my knight in shining bmw. I didn’t receive any more invites off the wildthing. Thank god.
So the latest in my diary was meeting an attractive man a little older. Thats a bit of a mystery.
I may not be a girlfriend, or known about by his family or friends…. but we’re not sleeping with or dating other people and more importantly, I’m happy how things are.
Lessons learnt… the less you stress about wanting what you don’t have, the more you realise it’s what you do have that makes you happy