First of all, apologies for the tardiness in bringing Mr #42 to your computer screens. I've had a bit of a bugger of a time trying to squeeze in dates with a bonkers work schedule, and last week when I was finally able to line one up, he cancelled the same day on account of a sniffle. Sadly I wasn't able to turn another date around in time, so last week my date life was more barren than Samantha Bricks' soul. But this week, by way of apology to the followers of 52 First Dates who haven't had their fix of interweb weirdness, I managed to pull the elusive #42 out of my sleeve in the nick of time, and with the promise of a Mr #43 as back up. Double date week leading up to Easter? Well, it's what Jesus would have wanted. Probably.
The preamble:
Mr #42 have been in touch for about two months or so prior to meeting, but thanks to him jetting off to China for two weeks and me working all hours at work, it took us a while to have a date. Although he was 10 years older, he looked like a game sort of fella from his pictures (most of which for some reason were topless which I hasten to add did not influence my decision to meet him in any way, although for the record, he did have a wonderfully carved torso), and he had a good sense of humour, despite the fact he used LOL a little too freely for my liking.
The preamble:
Mr #42 have been in touch for about two months or so prior to meeting, but thanks to him jetting off to China for two weeks and me working all hours at work, it took us a while to have a date. Although he was 10 years older, he looked like a game sort of fella from his pictures (most of which for some reason were topless which I hasten to add did not influence my decision to meet him in any way, although for the record, he did have a wonderfully carved torso), and he had a good sense of humour, despite the fact he used LOL a little too freely for my liking.
However, once we'd exchange numbers, he was pretty keen to spark up the text banter, and from past experience I try not to get too deep into the old texting malarkey as it always ends up getting sticky and disappointing, never a good combination of words. It felt a little like a vetting process, asking whether I wanted kids, my living arrangements, and sending me pictures of him with his daughters, his garden, and some weird chest of drawers he was selling on eBay. Hmm, possibly the strangest dating preamble to date. But the date was already in the calendar, and it was too late to back out now!
The man:
Age: 41
The man:
Age: 41
'Hogan-Jaggers' has just made me do a proper 'LOL'. No pun intended. Glad to have you back! x
ReplyDeleteThe hauled mallow child raised my biggest snigger
ReplyDeleteQuite possible my favourite date review EVER. X
ReplyDeleteWas there a reason you skipped a date last week?
ReplyDeleteI didn't go on a date last week because my date cancelled on me last minute and I wasn't able to find a replacement in time. CTS x
ReplyDeleteNeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeext!
ReplyDeleteKudos for actually going on the date after finding out he already had spawn. That would put me right off! Mind you, I always did have a thing for Mick Dundee so I might have over looked it...
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