Well, dear reader, it's been a while. Truth to tell, I'm getting very bored and disillusioned with the whole dating game after just 6 weeks or so. I've had a couple of first dates, and two second ones, but nothing has materialised out of any of them. Following a couple of job interviews I've had for minimum wage retail posts, the dating thing is starting to feel much the same : same questions, same answers, constantly wondering if either I, or he, is suitable for the post of Partner!
I haven't heard a whisper from John the Druid after we went to the theatre in Bolton. Biker Mike from Mars came over to my house for dinner last week, and it was a pleasant enough evening, but I really don't feel like he's the chap for me. Too much banter, too unreconstructed, and a bit too fond of the sound of his own voice. We haven't spoken since last Thursday. Bye bye Porsche...
That being said, I still haven't been on a date with Scooter Tony, who I am going to rename Lord Tony of Chaos, because he seems to be one of the those people that Shit Happens To!
After our series of failed dates back in January, and his sudden reappearance a couple of weeks ago, we tried again. We made arrangements to go out for a drink one Wednesday evening to a pub on the edge of Chester. An hour before I needed to leave he phoned me up to cancel, as he had to pick up his son from work and they'd asked him to work on for an extra 45 minutes, seriously cutting into any potential date time. The lad's mother couldn't pick him up, as she'd broken her wrist and was unable to drive. We talked about going for a walk the following Sunday, but when I checked my diary, I found that I was scheduled to do a dance workshop that afternoon. As it happened, the workshop was cancelled, but by then it was too late to rearrange to meet Tony. We booked to go out for dinner the following weekend, but he came down with a streaming cold and wasn't feeling up to meeting a new lady for the first time with a red raw nose. And looking again at his picture it is a sizeable nose! This suited me, as I'd just had my septum pierced, and getting a cold with a new nose piercing would be a seriously bad idea! Another attempt, number 7 by now, to meet for tea and cake last Sunday, was scuppered by him going out on the lash with some mates in Liverpool on Saturday night, losing the keys to the apartment they'd rented, having to get a cab back to Runcorn (where he lives), driving back to Liverpool on Sunday and waiting for a locksmith to let them back into the apartment! I swear, if he was actively trying to come up with excuses not to go out with me, he couldn't come up with anything more elaborate. He's also had the ceiling fall in in his bathroom and been punched in the face by his youngest daughter! It has now become a matter of principle that we are going to go on at least one date, even if we decide we are not compatible, just to defy the Gods! We message every other day or so, and talk on the phone occasionally. He's got a nice voice, seems to be a good conversationalist, and obviously loves his children and is very involved in their lives, which is always a good sign. I'm not going anywhere and nobody else is sweeping me off my feet, so I'm going to hang on in there for a while.
Meanwhile, I am also getting good vibes from German Shepherd Paul on Anglesey. After exchanging many messages on WhatsApp, we decided to chat on the phone. We talked for nearly an hour and half, about books, and dogs, and music, and cooking! He has a lovely soft voice, very gentle and articulate. I tried to arrange a meeting for yesterday, but it was his dog Lennon's birthday and he'd already arranged to go out walking with his ex so she could spend time with Lennon. We've semi-joked about me teaching him to cook in exchange for him teaching me to play the guitar! I just need to try to entice him off his island to come and meet me, but my weekends are suddenly going to become very busy. Still, neither of us works full-time and there are plenty of days in the week for us to go dog-walking. Anglesey isn't that far, and at least doesn't involve the M56!
Oh, before I quit any of these stupid dating sites, I matched on Tinder with a guy called Tim in Nantwich yesterday morning, who I talked to on the phone for a while, and nearly met for a drink last night, but made my excuses as I really wasn't feeling up to it. Again, he seems easy to talk to, has a Kawasaki Ninja and no lurking ex-partner. I might go out on a date with him, coz you never can tell.
The next several weekends are booked up with dancing, family events and rock gigs with chums, so dating is going to have to take a back seat for a while anyway: it's too exhausting! Peace.
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