So,
this is it folks. A month ago I put a rather pitiful message out to the internet
appealing for potential candidates to be the final date in my 52 First Dates
challenge because, quite frankly, I would really love a happy ending to the blog, and I’d been
doing a pretty rubbish job of finding decent men online. And you’ll never guess
what...I actually got some responses! From nice guys! I know, you’re probably
as shocked as I am! But delighted nonetheless.
Anyway, over the last few
weeks, I’ve been emailing back and forth, and finally I’ve been able to narrow
them down to these five chaps below. And for the record, I would love to go on
a date with each and every one of them. But there can be only one. To protect
their identity, I’ve given them each a pseudonym, and there are no photos here,
because that’s not what it’s about. Let me introduce them to you, and why I wanted
them to be in my final five *cue some sort of dramatic Apprentice-style
music in my mind*
Mr 52A – aka The Great
Dane
The
Great Dane and I initially bonded over a mutual love of Eddie Izzard, why cheese
is the best thing ever, how Disney can be used to teach grammar, and irresponsibly
long hash tags. He’s 27, works as a software developer, and lives in the
glorious city of Copenhagen. He has an awesome sense of humour, the capacity to
endure 11 days at a festival without dying of alcohol poisoning, sunstroke or
cholera, a command of the English language that puts most of us native speakers
to shame, and he looks excellent in sunglasses. He can also bake.
Mr 52I – aka Not So
Keane
Not
So Keane and I first hit it off over comedy typos, why cucumber and celery
should be made illegal, the merits and pitfalls of a Pret crack-mayo addiction,
but most of all, of our mutual hatred of Keane. He’s 33, works as a draughtsman
mapping the new sewer system under the Thames and is a fellow resident of
London town. He too has an excellent sense of humour (you’ll see a theme
developing here), an awesome appreciation of food programmes and is only ever
photographed in multiples of four.
Mr 52J – aka Twinkletoes
Twinkletoes
and I have actually been in touch on and off for the last 6 months or so, and
we were at some point meant to go on a date, but this never really happened.
Twinkletoes caught my attention largely because he calls me Twinkletoes with no
obvious regret, but mainly because he has a maturity level similar to myself
(chuckles at rude-shaped fruit), we like the same music and he can move his
eyebrows independently. Twinkletoes is 26, an IT Project Manager who I believe
might still live with his mum, although I can’t quite remember. He’s also a
cheeky chappy and an ardent royalist who tries to curry sympathy by diagnosing
himself with brittle bones.
Mr 52K – aka Lethal
Brizzle
Lethal
Brizzle first caught my attention when he sent me a link to his dating profile
and I read the words ‘handy with a screw driver’. There are, of course, other
redeeming features, such as similar tastes in music, the ability to sport a
beard with aplomb, and the fact he offered to bring Fruit Pastilles on a first
date. He’s a 29 year old ‘IT professional’ (I still don’t know what that means,
you do computer shit, right?) who resides in the charming city of Bristol. Why did
I like him? He is introduced as ‘the infamous Lethal Brizzle’ at weddings, occasionally
wears hi-vis, and has been known to use his shoes as a pillow.
Mr 52O –aka Captain
C-Diff
Captain
C-Diff first wrote to me recommendation from a friend of his, and what struck
me about him was his delightful inability to monitor his inner monologue, our
mutual adoration of Elf and his love of writing (which, luckily for him,
happens to also be his job). He is a 35 year old copywriter from Cardiff (hence
his pseudonym, he’s definitely not a potentially lethal virus to the best of my
knowledge) who calls his best friend his boyfriend and ranks St Elmo’s Fire
(Man In Motion) as his all time favourite power ballad. When he’s not writing
things, he also sends random girls infographics about malted milk biscuits over
the internet.
So
who should I go on a date with? Now, and rather tentatively I do so, I’m
handing it over to you to cast your vote. You can choose who you’d like to be
Mr #52 up until midnight on Sunday 15th
July (I’m not sure why then exactly, but most of these things seem to end at a
midnight on a Sunday, so I may as well follow suit) and I’ll let you all know
who the (un)lucky fellow is next week. So what are you waiting for? Cast your
votes.....NOW! <--- there's a link under the word NOW, just in case you missed it. People do sometimes, especially when the word is so short. Probably should've thought that through earlier. Probably shouldn't be dwelling on it so much)
