God, dating drives me mad.
Talking to a guy from POF for around 2 weeks, and we met up for coffee on the 27th Decmber. Got on well, liked him- great for me, I never like anyone enough for a second date. Second date two days later, and we had a lovely time. We met for 2 hours, endud up staying for 4. Made it quite clear he liked me too. He is single, no previous marriage, no kids, but a self confessed workaholic (I've never been married but I have DD who's 11, and plenty of ex baggage!). He seemed absolutely fine about everything, clarified he wasn't about to be dragged into a Jeremy Kyle situation, and that was that. Asked me to let him know when I was free again, and he would make time for me.
So, we're now 8 days later, and I've had 2 messages in that time. Nothing since Saturday. He told me sorry for the delay in messages, family visiting, could I see him this week. Yep, I'm free x and x, have fun with your family. Nothing since! Aaargghh!
I have sent him one last message today, at about half 9 this morning:
Hey stranger! Where you disappeared to? If you have decided not to see me again, not a problem, but I'd appreaciate a text to let me know. If you would like to see me, hurry up and arrange it already :P
No answer as of yet. I've deleted his number, there will be no more texts from me without reprociation. Gutted if he doesn't want to see me. Even more gutted if he doesn't get in touch. I had such a smile on my face after our date!