Showing posts with label milk stout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label milk stout. Show all posts

Thursday, 10 May 2018

Date 155


"Oh, I know I'm alone."


I was excited beforehand by this date as we were a similar age and seemed to really like the same music. In fact she'd contacted me initially due to our shared love of The Smiths.

Although it was a bit of a trek for me, we met in a pub over the road from where she had been attending a ukulele group and it was a good choice as they served milk stout and the barman was very knowledgeable. That was the best part of the date though.

I was sitting at a table near the back and she came over to me and I have to say that I wouldn't have know it was her as she didn't look like her pictures, not in a bad way though, I just think that they were old. I could instantly tell by her eyes though that she was disappointed by me. After a few minutes I got the distinct impression that she didn't want to be there.

Although we talked about music for a bit, and we did indeed like all the same stuff, she declared that she was coming down with a cold. It was her round and she went and got me a drink then said she felt ill so had to leave. I was then left the unenviable task of drinking alone on a date so I downed it pretty quick and left.

I had genuinely thought she was ill but I didn't hear from her again so I suspect it was just an exit plan. I was pretty disappointed because I definitely fancied her and thought there was potential due to having other things in common too but I guess I wasn't the type of guy she was looking for, and she made up her mind pretty quickly!

Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Date 130


"Because you let yours flail into public view."


I ventured back onto Guardian Soulmates after receiving a delightful opening message from this Brighton social worker.

I used to have a line on my profile in which I described myself as having the lower body of a footballer but the upper body of a darts player, and her opening email stated that she possessed the lower body of a javelin-thrower and the upper body of a page 3 girl. She'd charmed me.

We shared the same sense of humour and her texts were hilarious. We had a lot in common too with other things like music and shared a similar outlook on life.

We met in a pub I'd never been to before and I was extremely impressed with the choice of location as it had milk stout on tap! We got on well and shared a kiss outside and agreed to meet up again.

She suggested we meet at the same pub a couple of weeks later as it specialised in pies and she wanted to try one. However, the second date was the polar opposite of the first. She didn't make any effort at all and seemed completely disinterested in me. I was actually quite taken aback and the pies were also very average.

As we shared another kiss outside when we were waiting for her taxi and because she said she wanted to see me again, I thought maybe I'd imagined her apparent apathy. I hadn't though and we never had a third date.

I initially enquired about seeing her again and she kept being quite vague but said we could meet up the following week. However, when I contacted her again she said she enjoyed our dates but didn't feel any spark between us. I was quite disappointed as I was attracted to her, but I'd guessed that would be the case after the subdued second date. Maybe, it was just as well though as she wasn't nearly as funny in real-life. Ouch!