Fuck and chuck - dying!
I've got another date lined up with MrBanker - sleep over at his on Friday night - hopefully there'll be a nice meal out first and he'll have got over his nerves a little. As we all know 5 days is a long time in OLD, so I'm not getting overinvested this time. No obsessive phone checking, day dreamer, overthinking or imagining what it's going to be like waking up in his nice 5 bedroomed house with sea views, because it may not happen.
With that in mind, and feel absolutely free to shoot me down in flames, but I've arranged a date with an old iron who gave me complete fanny gallops when I met him a couple of times for coffee, over the phone and messaging. It's MrPlumber who didn't want to wear a condom because he'd had the snip. He came back with his tail between his legs with a massive heartfelt apology for messing it up and admitted he'd been chancing his arm and had been a complete and utter twat for even suggesting it. This is the only guy other than MrAbs that I've felt this kind of wanting/passion for. So we're meeting up on Thursday night for a sleepover. We both know it's just a one off FB arrangement, but I can't get him out of my head and I think this will help put it to bed and move on. Excuse the pun.
And I feel bad because I told MrBanker I wasn't chatting to anyone else (I wasn't when we began chatting...), but bugger it, I'm 43, there's a guy I want to sleep with, he's bloody gorgeous and fit as hell, we're both single so I'm going for it. I don't want to get into my dotage and regret not doing something, and I know I would regret not doing him..
I've spent enough of my adulthood doing things to keep other people happy and making myself miserable in the process. Flame away...