Apparently I should be having dates with a load of blokes at once but NOT HAVING SEX WITH ANY OF THEM until I've got to know them quite well
Fuck that shit. Where's the fun in that?? All that effort, and you don't even get laid
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I'm not sure I agree with the Female Dating Strategy 100%- it seems to have a rather, er...traditional take on things. As I recall it also suggests that a man should be paying for the whole date for at least the first few dates, no?
So....what do I have to relate from my den of licentious sluttery? I have just spent 24 hours with Mr Double Decker. There's been a lot of shit going on emotionally, actually- I've been struggling to process quite a few minor rejections (Mr BigCityBoy, who I've decided not to contact again, Mr Sparky of course, and Mr DD let slip that he's just seen Mr Shipwreck back on Fab as part of a couples profile with someone new :( . Plus, you know, a pattern of rejection stretching across my whole life).
I've been very open with Mr Double Decker about this- I'm painfully open about everything with him, poor guy, and he, with this same pattern of feeling rejected, is struggling to cope with the fact that he's pretty into me, and I said that I just wanted to be FWBs.....except that we did have a surprisingly good 24 hours, in many senses. He came to help me out with a couple of bits in the studio, including teaching me how a drop saw works, and I know I'm not alone in being impressed with a practical man. Seeing him in action, I've realised he's very good in that area!
One of my massive sticking points with him is that he's into woo bollocks, and I thought this was an utter deal breaker. However, last night I was able to be completely open with him, and say "I think loads of your views are complete bollocks!", and the way he took it makes me realise he can cope with my total bluntness and honesty, and that we could probably savour a good argument, which is a rare quality indeed.
Plus, today we went for a jaunt in his lovely van, and he cooked us a massive fried breakfast in it, and we had a nice walk, discussing swinging and sexual deviance at the tops of our voices, probably overheard with horror by the nice birdwatchers and elderly walkers we kept on happening upon round corners...
But of course, perhaps this looking on him with fresh eyes is driven by the feeling that nobody else wants me?? Good to step back and take stock at this juncture I think.
In other news, another man living in Wales from Fab who I somehow seem to have been chatting to for three months has suddenly gone quiet now that his return down here is imminent
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So, I finally bit the bullet and got back on Bumble just now, and am chatting to a nice sounding Piscean potter. Plus, I seem to have inadvertently matched with a man who "doesn't do drama"
. How did I let that one slip through?