Anyway - the "date" was Monday. I didn't hear from him Sunday night to confirm. To be fair, I was a bit pissed when he asked me out and I think I might I have said I would confirm. BUT - if I was wondering who was meant to confirm he should have been also.
So, I called my BFF on Monday morning and said "what shall I do?" she said "nothing, put your make up and hair on and if he turns up, fab, if he doesn't, well".
Honestly, I was ill and streaming with a cold, honest, I went to sleep Sunday night with tissues stuffed up my nose to stem the drip, honest.
So, at 2.10 pm (he, presumably, would have turned up at 3.20) I phoned and said I was ill. I said I was sorry to leave it late but had hoped that a kip and loads of cold medicine would sort it.
He was super nice, said he was sorry I was ill and asked about my w/e. I told him about my w/e, some stuff about my kids which he responded to and was nice about. Then I asked about his w/e and he told me.
I said "sorry, just ill, probably infectious". He said "well, let's do something later then".
I am going to leave it in his hands now, he knows my number.
However, I feel that he has been a symbol for me.
I don't know whether this is the guy for me but I think I am ready to try again.
I will: lose weight and buy new knickers. It's time to get back on the horsey again.
I think he will try again and I will keep you all informed! I am terrified of having sex again.
And, he may want me to bounce around on him, not sure I would want to face a manslaughter charge!!!