Circling the Drain

I got cancelled on again yesterday. I'd been chatting to this guy on Tinder, who we'll call Powys Alex, for a couple of weeks. He was straight up with me, and said that he was already cultivating a relationship with a lady but was keeping his options open, and was being honest about everything. Things seemed to be going quite nicely. He was funny, articulate and complimentary. We'd originally arranged to meet for afternoon tea on Wednesday, but I'd had to cancel that one due to my car being in the garage, so we'd rearranged for a walk up Moel Famau on Saturday morning. I though it might be a jolly wheeze to go in Vanessa (my camper van) so we could sit and drink tea and eat sandwiches afterwards. Lots of messages back and forth about looking forward to meeting a beautiful woman, or failing that, me, (that was my comeback, not his!) then suddenly, on Friday night:

'Hi Bridie. Nothing you've done or not done, but I'm going to cancel tomorrow. The date that is not the day! I will be in touch. Thanks.  x'

OK, no worries, your loss. I ended up going on a Magical Mystery Tour in Vanessa with Ricardo and Malon (my Border collie) to Rhyl instead. Bemused, but not upset. Onward and upward...

Just when Plenty Of Fish is getting so ridiculously frustrating I want to rage-quit like a 16-year-old playing 'Hotline Miami', the occasional guy turns up who is either potential boyfriend material, or is just so much blog-fodder I can't resist!

Diver John is nice. We talk rock music and bike rallies, and he checks in on WhatsApp every so often, but he lives in Workington on the Cumbrian coast, and I really don't need another long-distance relationship, so I think that one might lapse. Another 'nice' guy is Biker Dog Mike from Weaverham in Cheshire, so called because he has a big bike (XJR 1300) and a small dog (Jack Russell terrier called Mae), who rides in a tank bag with goggles! This I have to see. We switch to WhatsApp, and by a slip of a finger I end up calling him. I hit cancel, but it's already registered, and he calls me back! We have a lovely giggly chat for about 10 minutes, then my dinner pings and he finishes his cigarette, so we end on a high note and say we'll talk more soon. 

Meanwhile, an almost interesting geezer from Wrexham call Ade sends a message:

'Hello, I've only just joined this site and I'm not in a mad rush to collect a bucket full of names, I'm only after people I find really attractive and you really intrigue me.'

Well, thank you very much. We chat about this and that. He seems articulate, liberal, can string words together to make whole sentences which is a plus for on here! But of course, this is POF, and he's from Wrexham, so something has to be amiss somewhere...

Him: Did you read the bit on my profile where I mentioned I was looking for someone with a hedonistic personality ?

Me: Hmm, define 'hedonistic'. I don’t consider myself to be particularly hedonistic, but it’s all relative, as my late father loved to say...

Him: I enjoy swinging and visiting clubs and entertaining people in my hot tub

Me: Ah. Ok. Naa, I’m afraid that’s not really my bag. Good luck on your hunt though! X

Him: You have fun too . . Just wanted to clear that point x

Me: No worries! Better to get this sort of thing out in the open, so to speak!

Him: Agreed x

Me: Hot tub though...

Him: Magical experience . . Cold nights under the stars x

Me: Does sound rather magical. Do you do one-on-ones, or do there have to be other people involved?!

Him: It varies . . If we were a couple it would be mostly other couples . . But good looking individuals also sometimes make the guest list ;-) x

Me: So it wouldn’t just be me and you, hypothetically speaking...

Him; Your hypothetical [sic] correct lol x

Me: Ok. Just checking. Again, good luck!

And with that, I screengrab the conversation for posterity, and move on! Hot tub under the stars...Face it Bride, in Wrexham it was never going to happen!

Another thing in Wrexham that is never going to happen is me going on a date with young Simon888888 from Rhos! Another one I had to save to entertain you, gentle reader. Sit back and enjoy the mating game, Rhos-style:

Him: Wow lovely looking xx

Me: Thank you!

Him: Would love to meet up nice looking xx

Me: That’s nice, but what might we talk about when we meet?

Him: Your campervan tatts and piercings will chat all night sexy lady xxx

Him again: Dying to meet you xx

Me: Oh, don’t do that! I’m sure I’m not worth dying for! A lot of people find me a bit full-on. Are you sure you want to be seen with me in public, in Wrexham?!

Him: Look I fancy ya full on I just want 2 birth tent so we can snuggle up for night xx

Me: LOL Does this tactic get you many dates?!

Him: Oh yes plenty haha

Me: Well, not this time, I’m afraid!  Thanks for checking in, and good luck to you! X

I swear, I couldn't make it up. It's Saturday night conversations like this that almost make it all worthwhile!