While you are munching on Doritos, I shall share with you the email correspondence after my last blind date to amuse/horrify you which I found this morning in a folder when I was looking for something else:
Him: Just got home.
I'm really curious about how I managed to go from special to forget it in about an hour and a half.
You don't have to of course, but I'd be really grateful if you could fill me in.
Me: I'm sorry. I thought you were lovely but just not the chemistry there for me I'm afraid. You never can tell until you meet face to face but I really wanted it to be something special too.
Him: No, I didn't feel any chemistry either. Just thought it was a bit rude to leave so soon, after I'd come all the way into London (and it was your round!).
and you need to update your photos. [he had travelled a whopping 35 mins, I had travelled for a similar amount of time]
Me: I had a babysitter who costs me £7 a hour - I told you I had to be home before 10.30. As far as the rounds were concerned, I offered to buy the second round and you insisted on paying. And those photos were taken at Christmas - I've cut my hair a little bit since so I'm not sure what you're talking about. [date was in February] Bloody hell there's really no need to be so nasty is there?
Him: just completely fucked off that's all. joking about the round, didn't know you had to be back by 10.30. 2 hours of phone calls, great. clap eyes on me, not great. not having a great day, sorry. happy hunting.
Thankfully I never heard from him again.