A few weeks in and I'm in no way slowing down.
Daniel was an intriguing one. Local guy who lived not too far from my new house and works at JLR like everyone in the area. I don't really know what made me swipe right as to look at I didn't really think he was my type. He was quite balding, didn't look overly tall and had the middle class toff look about him. But he also had a nice smile and seemed to look friendly so I went for it.
It turns out that we actually got on well. Conversation flowed easily on tinder and continued when we exchanged numbers. He was respectful of my limits and the few occasions that he would try and make things a little flirty or just ask a question about my sexual proclivities I politely reminded him that I wasn't prepared to discuss that and he moved the conversation on smoothly and was generally really pleasant to talk to.
We arranged to meet one Friday night at a now local pub of ours. We agreed to be there between 7.15 and 7.30 and being the punctual person that I am I was there at 7.15 on the dot. He arrived about 10 minutes later which although frustrates me as I had said that I am always on time I couldn't get too mad at. We found a seat together and the ice was quickly broken as I sat on the bench and nearly ended up on the floor!!
Embarrassment aside we continued to chat easily and I felt comfortable in his company. We had some light food and continued to chat. Unfortunately, wine was my downfall again and after drinking more than is acceptable I ended up inviting him back to watch Despicable Me!
When we got back to my room I did put the DVD on and we sat down to watch but it didn't take too long for the kisses to start...
Let's just say.... sometimes it's worth picking someone who you wouldn't normally class as your type!
Date 6 - SUCCESS
P.S. Patty Stanger's 2 drink maximum rule when on a date is sound advice!
Friday, 10 July 2015
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
The long game... (part 3)
So.... the long game continues.
1 drink went well.
1 proper date went well.
I'm just still unsure.
It's almost worse to have someone that is absolutely fine but you just don't know than to have a really terrible date.
After my trip to Cardiff I was meant to be spending time with one very sexy Scotsman that I had met through work but I was also due to move into the new place. As it turned out the Scotsman had some work things to deal with so I got to move in rather than spending the weekend with him. I was very disappointed but I think it was for the best. The only problem was that I had not organised any transportation as I was planning to be with the Scotsman and I don't drive.
This is where this sweeteheart came and saved the day! He used his work van and helped me move to the new place! It's only a 25 minute drive or so between the 2 places but he did 2 trips and carried nearly all of my stuff! I felt awful and had repeatedly said that he didn't have to but he said that he wanted to help! Until this point the closest we had got was a quick hug, so I did give him a quick peck too - just because I wanted to show a bit of affection when he was being so lovely.
Between him and my bestie and her other half we got all the stuff moved and nearly all unpacked in just a couple of hours! Amazing! Not only that but he bought me the most thoughtful moving in present. It was a basket filled with all the things that I love - huge wine glasses, wine, 2 DVDs, chocolate, body washes, body puffs, soaps etc. It was the most thoughtful and PERFECT present!As a thank you for his help and because I didn't want him to think I was just using him as I'm really not I said I would take him out for dinner. He went home and showered and we headed to GBK (his choice) for some dinner. The food was really not to my liking but I think he enjoyed it and it was nice to talk to him and thank him for all of his effort.
I messed up big style though!
We drank to celebrate having moved all the stuff, we drank through dinner, we came back to my place and drank more, and more, and more. Needless to say I was drunk. Up until this point, we'd had a first "kiss" very briefly when he arrived to help me move that afternoon. Then things went a bit quicker.....
It's absolutely no excuse but I would never have gone that far with him if I wasn't drunk and I woke up the next morning - and he was still there - feeling the worst guilt ever as it was so clear that he was smitten with me and I am still not sure!
This was not the plan!
1 drink went well.
1 proper date went well.
I'm just still unsure.
It's almost worse to have someone that is absolutely fine but you just don't know than to have a really terrible date.
After my trip to Cardiff I was meant to be spending time with one very sexy Scotsman that I had met through work but I was also due to move into the new place. As it turned out the Scotsman had some work things to deal with so I got to move in rather than spending the weekend with him. I was very disappointed but I think it was for the best. The only problem was that I had not organised any transportation as I was planning to be with the Scotsman and I don't drive.
This is where this sweeteheart came and saved the day! He used his work van and helped me move to the new place! It's only a 25 minute drive or so between the 2 places but he did 2 trips and carried nearly all of my stuff! I felt awful and had repeatedly said that he didn't have to but he said that he wanted to help! Until this point the closest we had got was a quick hug, so I did give him a quick peck too - just because I wanted to show a bit of affection when he was being so lovely.
Between him and my bestie and her other half we got all the stuff moved and nearly all unpacked in just a couple of hours! Amazing! Not only that but he bought me the most thoughtful moving in present. It was a basket filled with all the things that I love - huge wine glasses, wine, 2 DVDs, chocolate, body washes, body puffs, soaps etc. It was the most thoughtful and PERFECT present!As a thank you for his help and because I didn't want him to think I was just using him as I'm really not I said I would take him out for dinner. He went home and showered and we headed to GBK (his choice) for some dinner. The food was really not to my liking but I think he enjoyed it and it was nice to talk to him and thank him for all of his effort.
I messed up big style though!
We drank to celebrate having moved all the stuff, we drank through dinner, we came back to my place and drank more, and more, and more. Needless to say I was drunk. Up until this point, we'd had a first "kiss" very briefly when he arrived to help me move that afternoon. Then things went a bit quicker.....
It's absolutely no excuse but I would never have gone that far with him if I wasn't drunk and I woke up the next morning - and he was still there - feeling the worst guilt ever as it was so clear that he was smitten with me and I am still not sure!
This was not the plan!
Tuesday, 7 July 2015
Date 5 - short and not so sweet
So yet another short one - both post and man.
So I'd been speaking to Jamie for a couple of weeks. He was local and friendly and had a little boy. Didn't seem to be the brightest bulb in the box but nice enough. We went for drinks at a little pub quite out of the way. It was OK. But that's the nicest adjective I could use. There was no spark, no connection, no witty repartee, and no physical attraction. Just 2 drinks and I made my excuses.
He has since asked to meet again. Does this mean that he either thought that there was a connection and he is that far off the mark or do men really not care?
Either way - he is yet to get a reply since.
Date 5 - FAIL
So I'd been speaking to Jamie for a couple of weeks. He was local and friendly and had a little boy. Didn't seem to be the brightest bulb in the box but nice enough. We went for drinks at a little pub quite out of the way. It was OK. But that's the nicest adjective I could use. There was no spark, no connection, no witty repartee, and no physical attraction. Just 2 drinks and I made my excuses.
He has since asked to meet again. Does this mean that he either thought that there was a connection and he is that far off the mark or do men really not care?
Either way - he is yet to get a reply since.
Date 5 - FAIL
Monday, 6 July 2015
The long game... (part 2)
So, the long game continues. Let's call him Rob.
We did speak for a while before the first meet.... I guess for Tinder 10 days of texting is probably like a lifetime! Although in that time I travelled to London and Norfolk and generally a bit all over the place as I was trying to avoid being back at the house with the ex.
Following the drinks he plied me with plenty of compliments telling me how gorgeous he thought I was and was blatantly fishing for compliments back. I played it coy more out of being unsure whether I was interested in him or not. Although he was nice he was a tad too "I want to please you" and didn't really come across as complete on his own. I think he needed someone to be with. Physically, although he was tall and really nothing wrong with how he looked I still didn't know if he was for me.
When he invited me for date number 2 I accepted more because I really wanted to give him a chance. It didn't seem right to dismiss him just because I was unsure and he was obviously quite keen on me. He did ask what I would like to do for date 2 but I insisted that it was his choice as I wanted to encourage him to be more of a take control sort of guy - if he wanted to be around me.
Date 2:
Star City! Now, most people cringe at this date but he obviously had been taking in everything we'd spoken about as it was right up my street! I met him at Rugby train station as he had told me the date would be a surprise and had given no indication of appropriate clothing or footwear so I was in a pretty dress and heels - standard for me. In the car, he had created a playlist for me with totally cheesy songs on it mixed with some indie and other genres, pretty much all of which I loved. Especially blasting out Rickie Martin's Livin' la vida loca out the windows as we arrived in Birmingham. When we got to Star City we played mini golf and although the place was absolutely sweltering hot we had a good time and yes I won! Conversation was again very comfortable but not the easiest. We followed mini golf by going to the arcade/bowling alley and I challenged him to their version of Dance Dance revolution. I won by a mile but I was impressed that he was happy to have a go and not worry about what he looked like or what others may think of him. I think to regain some masculinity we then had a game of pool which I did surprisingly well at until I potted the black. Damn!
As we were leaving Star City we saw their twister fairground style ride and I decided we should go on! Again, he was up for it and even though we were the only 2 on the ride it was a great laugh! When Rickie Martin then was played it made us laugh as we sung along and got thrown around!
He dropped me off back at the house and we said goodbye with a hug.
All in all, I had a really good time but I'm still undecided if there's anything more to it.
Date 3...........
We did speak for a while before the first meet.... I guess for Tinder 10 days of texting is probably like a lifetime! Although in that time I travelled to London and Norfolk and generally a bit all over the place as I was trying to avoid being back at the house with the ex.
Following the drinks he plied me with plenty of compliments telling me how gorgeous he thought I was and was blatantly fishing for compliments back. I played it coy more out of being unsure whether I was interested in him or not. Although he was nice he was a tad too "I want to please you" and didn't really come across as complete on his own. I think he needed someone to be with. Physically, although he was tall and really nothing wrong with how he looked I still didn't know if he was for me.
When he invited me for date number 2 I accepted more because I really wanted to give him a chance. It didn't seem right to dismiss him just because I was unsure and he was obviously quite keen on me. He did ask what I would like to do for date 2 but I insisted that it was his choice as I wanted to encourage him to be more of a take control sort of guy - if he wanted to be around me.
Date 2:
Star City! Now, most people cringe at this date but he obviously had been taking in everything we'd spoken about as it was right up my street! I met him at Rugby train station as he had told me the date would be a surprise and had given no indication of appropriate clothing or footwear so I was in a pretty dress and heels - standard for me. In the car, he had created a playlist for me with totally cheesy songs on it mixed with some indie and other genres, pretty much all of which I loved. Especially blasting out Rickie Martin's Livin' la vida loca out the windows as we arrived in Birmingham. When we got to Star City we played mini golf and although the place was absolutely sweltering hot we had a good time and yes I won! Conversation was again very comfortable but not the easiest. We followed mini golf by going to the arcade/bowling alley and I challenged him to their version of Dance Dance revolution. I won by a mile but I was impressed that he was happy to have a go and not worry about what he looked like or what others may think of him. I think to regain some masculinity we then had a game of pool which I did surprisingly well at until I potted the black. Damn!
As we were leaving Star City we saw their twister fairground style ride and I decided we should go on! Again, he was up for it and even though we were the only 2 on the ride it was a great laugh! When Rickie Martin then was played it made us laugh as we sung along and got thrown around!
He dropped me off back at the house and we said goodbye with a hug.
All in all, I had a really good time but I'm still undecided if there's anything more to it.
Date 3...........
Saturday, 4 July 2015
Cardiff baby
One thing that I love about my job is the chance to travel and see new places. This week I was lucky enough to be going to Cardiff for work!
The colleague taking me around for the day was also kind enough to take me out for dinner and drinks in the evening too all paid for by the company. Nice!
We hadn't eaten all day so by the time we ended up at the hotel bar to do a bit of work at 4pm it didn't even take one glass of wine to go to my head! I did then scoff a sandwich to make sure that I didn't get drunk and worked for a little while longer!
We'd arranged to meet later in the evening for dinner but as a low maintenance girl I was ready well before we were due to meet so I headed to a bar next to the hotel I was staying and had a couple of glasses of wine - did I mention that drinks are dirt cheap in Cardiff?!
Over dinner we had 2 bottles of wine and I was feeling completely drunk. Not so professional but I do have enough professionalism that I did not and would not sleep with a work colleague.
Unfortunately, I did decide it would be a good idea to go back out on the streets of Cardiff on my own as I had decided that I really wanted to get laid. The details are slightly fuzzy but I met some guys in the lift when leaving the hotel one of whom was an American rapper/MC of some description who took me to where he was playing and up to his dressing room - more booze - and I watched him perform a couple of songs. It really wasn't my scene so I left. On trying to find my hotel again I stopped and asked a bouncer for directions. I did really know where I was going but I thought he was really handsome so any excuse to talk to him. We flirted for a while and he told me he finished work at 2am. He took my number and said he would call when he finished and come over. I wasn't sure if I would make it 2am and still be awake so I went back on the prowl. Lots of guys started chatting me up as I was walking and I was taken to a couple of strip clubs and other bars. I wasn't able to find someone that I fancied as much as the bouncer to bed but when I checked the time it was coming up to 2am so I headed back to his bar.
While he closed up I had some weird lecturer trying to take me back to his so was quite glad to be heading back to my hotel with the bouncer who seemed normal, interesting - and not welsh! I won't go into all the details but needless to say he was a very good choice and it was exactly what I needed! If I was ever in Cardiff again I would definitely head back to that bar to see if he was working again!
My night didn't end there. During my amorous encounter with the bouncer the phone in my hotel would ring. I assumed it was the reception telling me off for having a guest so after the bouncer left I answered it and it turned out it was the American from earlier! So, I did pop down to his room to say Hi!
CARDIFF - WINNER!
The colleague taking me around for the day was also kind enough to take me out for dinner and drinks in the evening too all paid for by the company. Nice!
We hadn't eaten all day so by the time we ended up at the hotel bar to do a bit of work at 4pm it didn't even take one glass of wine to go to my head! I did then scoff a sandwich to make sure that I didn't get drunk and worked for a little while longer!
We'd arranged to meet later in the evening for dinner but as a low maintenance girl I was ready well before we were due to meet so I headed to a bar next to the hotel I was staying and had a couple of glasses of wine - did I mention that drinks are dirt cheap in Cardiff?!
Over dinner we had 2 bottles of wine and I was feeling completely drunk. Not so professional but I do have enough professionalism that I did not and would not sleep with a work colleague.
Unfortunately, I did decide it would be a good idea to go back out on the streets of Cardiff on my own as I had decided that I really wanted to get laid. The details are slightly fuzzy but I met some guys in the lift when leaving the hotel one of whom was an American rapper/MC of some description who took me to where he was playing and up to his dressing room - more booze - and I watched him perform a couple of songs. It really wasn't my scene so I left. On trying to find my hotel again I stopped and asked a bouncer for directions. I did really know where I was going but I thought he was really handsome so any excuse to talk to him. We flirted for a while and he told me he finished work at 2am. He took my number and said he would call when he finished and come over. I wasn't sure if I would make it 2am and still be awake so I went back on the prowl. Lots of guys started chatting me up as I was walking and I was taken to a couple of strip clubs and other bars. I wasn't able to find someone that I fancied as much as the bouncer to bed but when I checked the time it was coming up to 2am so I headed back to his bar.
While he closed up I had some weird lecturer trying to take me back to his so was quite glad to be heading back to my hotel with the bouncer who seemed normal, interesting - and not welsh! I won't go into all the details but needless to say he was a very good choice and it was exactly what I needed! If I was ever in Cardiff again I would definitely head back to that bar to see if he was working again!
My night didn't end there. During my amorous encounter with the bouncer the phone in my hotel would ring. I assumed it was the reception telling me off for having a guest so after the bouncer left I answered it and it turned out it was the American from earlier! So, I did pop down to his room to say Hi!
CARDIFF - WINNER!
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