I have officially gone into retirement. I have signed off of all dating websites, terminated my gym membership (there’s no need to keep in shape now; I can reclaim my place in Greggs’ hot-pastries queue) and have enquired about buying a litter of cats (if it’s good enough for spinsters, it’s good enough for a confirmed bachelor).
As I feared, my evening out with someone I am very fond of a couple of weeks ago was not a date. The evening flew by, as it did the last time I saw her. But the chemistry that I feel is there obviously doesn’t exist from her point of view.
I must admit that I stormed off at the end of the night, like a stroppy child who hadn’t got his way. I think what upset me most was that she admitted (rather coyly) that she had been reading my blog (and I don’t suppose she meant the ones about West Ham or my other life as a ‘professional’ gambler), which had alluded to our night out. So she knew I still had feelings for her.
Unless someone has got a single friend (in her early-30s, about 5ft 4ins, with short hair and a degree in banter) they can put me in touch with, this might be the last you hear from me for a while. Actually, I think I’m being a little fussy. As long as she’s female and has a pulse, I’m interested – and even the latter isn’t a pre-requisite.
All good things come to an end
15 years ago
1 comment:
"As long as she’s female and has a pulse, I’m interested – and even the latter isn’t a pre-requisite."
Perhaps you should reconsider on the former too?
Actually, you are one of the most fussy people I know when it comes to women. You may remember I did introduce you to someone who fitted that description to the letter.
I'm sure you'd have more positive things to write about if you really were as unfussy as you think you are.
Ian
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