"Paint a Vulgar Picture."
I haven't blogged for ages, partly because my dates have been brief and incident free but mainly because I've been on the receiving end recently and read a blog that someone had written about me.
It felt very strange and I didn't like it as it didn't show me in a very good light. Unfairly so in my opinion. I don't intend to write a counter-blog but all I will say on the matter is that the 'blogger' in question had followed the old adage that one should never let the facts get in the way of a good story. As Flavor Flav said numerous times: 'Don't believe the hype.'
Anyway, on to a brief and incident free date night. I met Date 90 through Plenty of Fish and she was actually a lot of fun and very good company. So much so, that there's not really much to say about her as, despite her mad hair, she was a very nice person. I don't think there was anything romantic between us but we did meet up again and had another good time working our way round a few pubs in Brighton. Plus, she wants me to be on her pub quiz team! She did actually have a couple of good dating stories though, about the men of PoF which I can't not divulge.
The first one involved a man who lived in a house boat in Brighton Marina. For their date he wanted to meet on his boat for dinner but she declined so they decided in the end to meet in his camper van in Asda carpark, which is located in the Marina complex. She wasn't that impressed because he turned up wearing shorts and the romantic dinner for two consisted of a ploughman's lunch. At the end of the night he intimated that he wanted her to stay the night but when she said no he told her to leave and drove off back the short distance to his house boat and left her to find her way out of the marina on her own late at night!
She then mentioned a male stripper who'd messaged her on PoF. I was intrigued and I asked what he was like. She said she didn't know as she didn't reply to him as, in her words, it had occurred to her that he'd seen so many tits in his time that he'd only be disappointed by hers even though she though hers were good. I think I'll leave it there...
