I think Bant may have had a point about not trying too hard. I turned up wearing clothes that made my arms look fat, I wore specs even though I've been told I look prettier with glasses, I wore flats (although, the Spaniard is super short) and you know what he said? Nice glasses. And he meant it. And on the way home, I got hit on in the street. Maybe we are wasting hours on straightening our hair and preening when guys will either find us attractive or they won't.
LanaDReye I'm trying to do that too. As far as I'm concerned, it's not settling, it's prioritising. We have good jobs, we have homes, so what do we need? We don't need someone rich (we just need someone who won't drag us down). We're confident, we're happy, we're OK in our own company - but someone who is kind, who makes us laugh and who is good in bed, that would be someone worth having.
I'm not saying that the Spaniard is not kind, but I think Mr PT may be incapable of not being kind. My reservation over him is we don't click as much intellectually and I worry that the laughs may run dry eventually. Something I think I can find out from just spending more time with him.
Physically we both find each other attractive (it's always reassuring when you go in for a first kiss and you can feel the man is attracted because you know it's in working order!) and we have some similar passions which have manifested in different choices but are driven from the same intent.
Can't I just combine their best features and create an ultimate date...? No...?
Date with Mr PT on Friday night. Hopefully I'll make my decision then. Still staggered I'm in the position of making choices...