Mr Potentially 'The One'

I have regressed.  After vowing very loudly that I would NEVER go back to online dating, I caved in once again.  EHarmony , one of the few online dating sites I hadn’t tried, somehow emailed me (am I on some database or something?) and tempted me on with a free offer.  I have had several friends tell me recently that it has the best success rates but I was dubious...surely it’s just another online dating site with more non-committal types?

I had been on for about a week when I scoured through numerous profiles and sent some ‘smiles’.  And let the conversations begin.  Mr Potentially ‘The One’ went straight into saying how he liked my profile and wrote confidently and articulately but also has a chatty tone.  We exchanged messages for about a week when he suggested about meeting up.  Coincidentally, he works less than 50 metres away from my office  in central London.   Now that is pretty rare, considering  I have spend that last 10 years of my life working in schools near home and as soon as I land a new ‘office’ type job, it just happens to be around the corner from Mr Potentially ‘The One’?  I'm spooked.  I do practise the Laws of Attraction and I have gone as far as creating a vision board to bring forth my knight in shining armour so I am now wondering if this visualisation lark does actually work?!

We met one evening after work and I had got to the bar before him as he was in a late meeting.  I saw him walk in and knew it was him instantly.  He also found me straight away.  A double cheek kiss.  He smelt great and he looked even better.  The first thing I noticed was his eyes.  He had incredibly long eyelashes that curled up to his lids.  He walked off to get a drink at the bar and naturally I looked him up and down.  I really wasn’t expecting to see a very tight behind! My eyes widened and I  gave a secret chuckle to myself and tugged at my collar, I was feeling rather warm! His clothes were very fitted  which accentuated a body that made me go weak at the knees.

Our conversation flowed and he was very easy to talk to.  We both have knee injuries from working out, he also has an allergy (his being to wasps stinks, mine to nuts), we both are real foodies (eating, not making), and he just strikes me as a very likeable , friendly guy.  He is passionate about playing guitar but he abandoned it for the last ten years to focus on his career;  I could relate to that having not participated in any acting until to years ago.  I guess you could say we have some connections and with his hot looks and decent conversation, it’s safe to say I was pretty happy to be on a date with him!

Can he be the one please?

Soon after dinner, I gave him a clear indication that I liked him.  I can only blame the alcohol I had consumed up until then.  He came back from the toilet and I patted the seat next to me so he could sit beside me.  It wasn’t long before we interlocked hands and he leaned in and kissed me.  I responded, in fact, I couldn't quite wait to snog the face off him.  Eeek, too soon?  I don’t know but we had already shared some lingering looks over dinner.  He kissed very gently and placed his hand around my neck/face area which I absolutely adore.  Some men are hideous kissers but he wasn’t at all, I'd go as far as saying he was the perfect kisser.  And I got to touch his arms which were HARD; that may have helped a little bit.

So,  it was a really good night, with more smoochies in the bar and lots of smiling and looking into each other’s eyes.  It’s early days yet, but I have a good feeling about this one.

Mr Bad Boy v. Mr Nice Guy

I have never been very good at dating two men at a time. I always considered it to be a thing women do in their twenties. When I have attempted to date two people at once, my heart starts to sway towards one than the other and before you know it, I am left with neither! But….and as many friends of mine tell me, always date more than one guy so you are never hooked on any one of them. So when one lets you down, you know you always have a back -up. I am about to really give this a go. It’s definitely not how I would imagine meeting ‘the one’ but maybe this time one of them could come good.

Male specimen 1 - This is an online date and he is the last guy to have contacted before I said ‘no more’! We had been exchanging messages for a couple of months and his messages were detailed enough and well composed. He’d shown good interest in my life and I liked his photos including the quirky quiff and geeky glasses. Oh, did I mention he has a cute smile? All seems rather good, doesn’t it? We finally got round to meeting. It turns out he is a northerner, he failed to mention that in his profile which I thought was strange. But, I don’t have anything against folk from the north of Watford, I actually found his strong Yorkshire accent quite endearing. What else he failed to mention (in fact, what he lied about) is his age. He is actually 38 as opposed to 35 as stated on his profile. Not an issue for me but clearly, he has an issue with it. Apparently, women over forty hit on men in their late thirties, haha!

The smoking kind

As first dates go, I gave it the thumbs up. He was friendly, flirtatious and cheeky and mixed with a few drinks, I could safely say I enjoyed his company. One thing however, he smokes. I can’t quite bear smokers. I am the type who passes smokers in the street and I either cover my mouth or wave my hand around my face to be rid of the disgusting smell. When he kissed me goodnight, I hesitated due to the cigarette breath. I soon succumbed due to his attractive nature and, despite the stale cigarette smell, the kiss happened to be rather good! Now, I am not done. That is not all he smokes. He says he partakes in a bit of marijuana every now and then. ‘How often?’ I asked. ‘About once a week’, he answered. Hmmm…

So make of that what you will. Our second date was of similar ilk. He took me to dinner and he did one of the sweetest things. If I said something verging on the sensitive side, he leaned across the table and kissed me. Tick! This guy openly talks about wanting to be in a relationship and settling down. Tick! He also happens to have trained as a chef in his youth. Tick! But he would light a cigarette at any outdoor opportunity. X! This Yorkshireman has had a difficult childhood and he uses the ‘f’ word quite loosely in conversation, so as you can imagine, he is a little rough around the edges. I suspect he has had a lot of girlfriends too. I hate to be so judgemental but I would have to class him a rough diamond, potentially being a ‘Bad Boy‘. If we were to become seriously involved, I fear it could all end in tears…

Male Specimen 2 - This chap was a set up from an ex-work colleague. She thinks we would make a good match as we come from similar backgrounds. It turns out we have family connections and I met him once at my uncle’s surprise 50^th - ten years ago! RANDOM! I remotely remember talking to him, particularly the part where he said he went to a Los Angeles acting school after his accountancy degree. Who does that?! Back then, I was young, he was even younger and he wasn’t what I was looking for.

Just too nice?

Ten years on, is he what I am looking for now? Well, he is very nice. And I mean a big, fat, four letter N-I-C-E. On our first date, the man had one alcoholic drink (ok, he was driving) and he spoke eloquently. He talked at length about his family (and mine, bizarrely), his work, holidays….blah, blah, blah. All very predictable and ‘NICE‘. No flirting or cheekiness, quite the opposite to the Yorkshireman, and definitely no swearing. He strikes me as a very homely, studious and hard-working type. He has recently bought his own house which he is renovating and has a masters from Oxford. A bright one. It was no holds barred, I got the low down on most areas of his life. But then where is the mystery?

I am being judgemental again. I am painting a picture of him visiting his mum most evenings and getting home cooked meals. This well-educated man has had a good upbringing, intelligent and friendly but I think he might be a bit too pure and nicey-nicey for me. I would like a bit of unpredictability and intrigue but it all feels a bit too straight-laced with Mr Nice Guy. 

Drawn to a rebel 

Can you tell which one has got my attention at this early stage? Yes, Mr Bad Boy. I already know he is going to excite me and bring out my devilish side but would he be prepared to commit? Can I trust him when he says he wants a relationship? Mr Nice-Guy has already been vetted out for me by my work colleague who has known him since university days. He is trustworthy and squeaky clean. Despite knowing all this, I am once again drawn to the rebel. Question is, what will this rebel cause for me…only time will tell…

Summer breeze, makes me feel high

Some dates you go on you wonder where it will lead, others you know you are flogging a dead horse.  Then there are some that you know exactly where they are heading.  Straight to the bedroom.

The instructions were clear: wear something red, a mac and no underwear.  No knickers to be exact.  So I obliged on all accounts – I’m good like that.

My initial thought was could I actually walk out of my house without any knickers on?  Only I would know…so what would be the problem?  I’ve never done this before – I’m not that kinda girl ;)

As I was getting ready, I was already beginning to feel the pangs of excitement.   Freshly showered, moisturiser slathered all over my body, a spritz of perfume – I’m good to go.  Nope wait…I suppose I should wear something on my top half at least.  There…done.  Wow.  And there it is, it’s just there for the taking.  Nothing restricting me.  Access all areas. 

 

Out in public, my anxiety begins.  People are staring at me – they know, they can see through me.  I’ve got that look on my face.   Why are there suddenly so many men on the tube tonight?  And why do they all happen to be staring in my direction?! The cold air rises up and in between my legs.  It feels fresh, like a gentle blowing breeze.  I’m walking sex but I don’t want anyone else knowing that. I’m sitting down carefully, very slowly crossing my legs.   The mac covers my dress so it looks like I’m wearing nothing.  I feel like I’m wearing nothing.  I am wearing nothing down below!  I’m walking differently too.  I’m walking tall, it’s a false sense of confidence.  Yet I feel amazing. 

The anticipation mixed with excitement about what will happen tonight is thrilling me to the core.   I think I may lose it from the first point of contact.  I can hear his voice telling me what to do.   I can imagine where his hands are going.  I can picture him putting me into position.   It’s a wet evening (naturally) and we meet both dripping with further wetness between our mouths.  He doesn’t know yet.  I want to tell him but I also want him to find out.

It isn’t long before I tell him I have a surprise for him.  It was all worth it for the look on his face…and what suitably followed.