DITCHED!!

First, I must apologise for the lack of blogging since my last post, this is pure and simply because my dating life has gone succinctly quiet of late. Not to worry, there’s no rushing these things, they come at the right time and there is no need to PANIC i.e. settle for the next man who shows a tiny bit of interest even if he only has 5 teeth and dirty fingernails!

Whilst my dating scene is on a bit of a ‘spring break’ I have decided to think over some old dates I have had, focusing on the one’s that were so bad I can now laugh about them.

Picking 1 of these bad dates to focus on is proving a difficult task as there are a number I could tell you about, I think 1 just pips the others though so here goes…

Fortunately I seem to have aged well so far and I am often asked for ID on nights out, purchasing alcohol, lottery tickets (yes, really) and the such like, this in turn means I seem to attract younger men. I’m not saying age is such a factor that if a male is younger than me I won’t date them, but all of my experiences of younger men so far have been enough to encourage me to put a ban on myself for dating any male under the age of 25. Sorry boys 😉

Roll up 22 year old Ryan, local guy, very good looking, dresses a tad young, seems to have a sense of humour, all good so far, right? We meet in a local pub with a group of our mutual friends, have a few polite words and then we both continue on our night. I awake the morning after to a ‘Facebook Friend Request’, accept and here starts some light flirting via inbox messaging, 10 or so messages later and we swap numbers. We speak for a few days and arrange a date that weekend; a local tapas bar for a meal and then see where the evening takes us. Delightful, this tapas bar is to die for and my favourite restaurant, very very good start.

We have what I would call a ‘nice enough’ evening, the food delicious, conversation is flowing for the most part but there are no sparks there and I sense our lives are on very different paths. We pay up, leave and decide to go to the same local pub from the week before. Que a group of Ryan’s friend already being in the pub, convenient hmmm, I am introduced and have a few short conversations with a few friends, all polite and friendly. Whilst chatting to his friends Ryan disappears outside and I end up stood alone as they all peter off. Cringe. I spot a friend (male) and he comes over and talks to me, asking why I am stood alone, I try to brush it off as causally as possible but the situation is becoming slightly uncomfortable and I want to leave. I text some friends who had been to a local shopping centre and ask them to pop by on their way home, total panic over slightly.

After chatting to my friend for around 15 minutes Ryan reappears and informs me he is leaving to go to a party, do I want to come? No I bloody well do not Ryan, we are on a date, me and you, on a date together, us, that’s me and you on a date and you are going to LEAVE me here ALONE to go to an 18th birthday party – yep I think we can safely say I never saw him again and that was that. Thank the lord for my wonderful friends who did come to save me and took me home or I would have had to make my way home, ALONE.

This date should have put me off dating younger men but they kept on coming and I didn’t learn my lesson each and every time. Next came the guy who turned up with no money at all for the evening, the guy who I had to pick up because he hadn’t yet passed his test, the guy who wanted to go colour with crayons, no I’m just kidding, that is too far for even me, the young boy attracter!

Lessons have been learnt and I am immensely grateful for each every date I have had, good or bad, they are all experience in dating and provide memories to last, here’s to the next…