Oh God ruralbliss, the one who gets under your skin after the first date....There was one last May who I absolutely fell head over heels for on the first date. And worse, he was kind of up for/ not up for meeting again, breadcrumbed me until I summoned up the will to shut comms off myself. I still think of him. In my head I call him Williamitwasreallynothing, William being his name- and me being a Smiths fan .
So, I've been off on my adventures, the kids being away. Went to visit my Fab friend Mr Al Murray, and had an evening of great company and filthy sex . At one point I was sitting opposite him at the table and we were chatting about politics, and I thought "Wow, I feel attractive and intelligent again!". I think the thing with Mr Sparky laid me pretty low- he didn't get so many of the things I said, especially in messages, that it made me feel slightly mad/ odd - now I realise that there are plenty of people out there entirely capable of conversing on the same level, which is nice.
I then spent the next few days having solitary wanderings around Dartmoor, falling in bogs and composing bad poetry. On the really wet day I did descend from the hills and have another Fab date- I think I'll call him Mr Knob Twiddler- which went well (even had a snog in the car park of the Premier Inn! I don't normally snog on a first date- even a Fab one- it must have been the sheer romance of the surroundings ), and we're lining a, er, liasion up over the next few days.
I also joined Tinder just now (just for a change from Bumble), and it seems to be going OK. Funnily enough, I matched with someone I was chatting with for ages on Bumble over lockdown- he seemed like a really interesting character, but I was a bit put off by his profile saying he wanted kids. He asked me out for a drink and I challenged him over the kids thing (because my baby bearing days are O.V.E.R.), and he said it's "not a dealbreaker". So there we go....
I wish I could say I hadn't thought of Mr Sparky, or Mr Shipwreck, but it would be a dirty lie, as evinced by this conversation with my friend earlier : "So what about this gig tomorrow night?" "I can't, because it's Mr Shipwreck's band, and it looks like he's ghosted me, so I can't turn up, because it'd look like I'm stalking him!" "Surely we can just wear masks?" "I CAAAAN'T! AND I should really go to that meeting instead, because I need to catch up, and guess what? I think Mr Sparky's going! Aaaarrgh!"