Date 99

"In my life, why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die?"

I met a beautiful, funny, kind, caring and wonderful woman four months ago and miraculously we're still seeing each other. As much as I've enjoyed writing this blog; it feels like it's come to a natural conclusion.

Thank you for all the positive feedback and encouragement that I received while writing this.

~

I wrote the above few lines 2 months ago as I believed at the time that this was the end of the blog, but sadly this turned out not to be case. I will now start from the beginning and attempt to unravel what happened.

I'd initially made contact with the subject of this piece in September 2014 through Guardian Soulmates and we exchanged a few messages. The emails then stopped abruptly and I assumed that she was bored of me. However at the beginning of December she contacted me again out of the blue and she asked me when I was going to take her out for a date! I later found out that she'd stopped contacting me because I hadn't actually asked her out early enough. I duly did, after being told to, and we met 2 days before Christmas Eve.

It turned out to be my favourite first date. It was absolutely perfect. I took her for hot chocolate and she gave me an early Christmas present (a chocolate orange and lottery ticket, what else were you thinking?) and said even if we had a crap first date, at least I'd remember her due to her gifts. We then went for drinks and a meal and we just clicked from the very beginning. We also both felt very comfortable with each other. It had been a wonderful evening and she asked me at the station about meeting for a second date. She did, however, provide me with a caveat in which she said that she was very busy with her job and two children and that she didn't have much spare time and thus our next date wouldn't be for a while.

We met for our second date 5 days later and slept together after a museum visit and dinner near where she lived. I didn't know sex could be that good. I'd never experienced such attentiveness or excitement. I told her this and she said that this was because no-one had ever made love to me before. I went home the next morning a very happy man, however, this was tempered by the fact that I wouldn't be able to see her again for another month.

This proved to be quite tough as I was desperate to see her again. It was also difficult because we'd text for a bit and they'd just stop from her. Just under a week before I was due to see her again I was out on a training run for the Brighton Half-Marathon and tore the ligaments in my right foot after going over on my ankle 5 miles in. We had been due to see Birdman at the cinema but I couldn't walk so she came over to mine, we watched a DVD and spent the night together again. The next day I took her out for Sunday lunch and we again agreed to meet a month later. However, things were easier in the intervening period as I told her that I was happy for there to be large gaps in between us seeing each other but I wanted regularish contact. This occurred and we texted every day even just to say good morning or good night.

I loved going to visit her, not only because of seeing her but also due to the fact that she had 4 cats, who would also sleep with us at night. I was truly in my element.

At this stage we'd also started writing to each other in the form of 'love letters'. She suggested it and she'd send me little presents and I'd do her mix-CD's and by now she'd also met my close family. The next time I saw her it had been Valentine's Day the day before. I didn't want to make a big fuss but I also wanted to do something, so I sent her a bouquet of anemones and put a note in them saying that I didn't know whether she was into Valentine's Day but I wanted to tell her that I was looking forward to seeing her the following day. When they were delivered she said that she began sobbing tears of joy and that my gesture had made her very happy. Her reaction also made me very happy.

Whilst I understood why we couldn't see each other as regularly as I liked, I understood the reasons, however, everything thus far had been on her terms. Then, with my birthday coming up, things changed for the better. On my actual Birthday I went to hers and we had a wonderful evening.

She really went to a lot of effort and bought me presents and cake and we had a lovely night together. A couple of days later she then had some unexpected free time and came over to mine again where we went for Thai and after spending the night together she let me know that she had feelings for me.

It was also at this time that she asked me to go to New York with her. Her sons were going to Japan for the Easter holidays and she'd planned to go to to America on her own, however, because things had been going so well between us, she wanted me to go with her. This was a massive step for our relationship and before we went we had the following text conversation:

Coupled with going to New York together, this appeared to me to be her saying she was wanting to change the boundaries and for us to move onto another level. How wrong I was...

I'd never been to New York before but we had a fantastic time. We also managed to see Birdman on the flight over, which we'd never got round to seeing first time around due to my foot injury. We stayed near Times Square in a lovely hotel and did all the touristy things like going to the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, Ground Zero, Museum of Modern Art etc. and I thought that we'd really got on well. We only stayed for 3 nights but we managed to fit in a lot and there was much laughter shared.

During the few days of us getting back I had little communication from her which got my Spider senses tingling. Then one morning she mentioned in passing in a text that she didn't think we could have a relationship together. I obviously pressed her on this and she became annoyed and said we couldn't talk about this whilst texting but we needed to talk face to face. All she could offer me was a meeting over a week later. I couldn't believe what she was saying so I asked her to elaborate. She gave in and said that New York had reinforced to her that she couldn't commit to a relationship and that all she could offer me was a really nice time every 6 weeks or so. I then found the next bit staggering:

The penultimate line there still hurts now when I read it. How can anyone be so lacking in empathy?
The conversation continued a bit longer until she reiterated again that she would rather talk face to face, but not before she made clear that New York hadn't been all that I thought it had been:

I was devastated and to make matters worse, we couldn't meet to discuss it for another 3 weeks!!! During this time I was upset and confused but I was also just about coping too and I refused to let it interfere with my life. In these 3 weeks she'd also ceased all contact with me which was hard to take. I'd become used to a lot of contact from her and besides letter writing and texting she'd also got in the habit pre-New York of ringing me every night on her way home from work and skypeing me every now and then.

The day I'd been dreading finally arrived and we met for brunch in Eastbourne, which is roughly half way between where we both live from one another. After we'd eaten we went for a walk on the beach and I just broke down in tears when we started discussing things. I never cry. I don't think I'd shed a tear for 6 years. I could barely get my words out. She hugged me for a bit and started crying too.

I asked her why things had changed so dramatically and she couldn't really answer me. She said she was sorry for sending out mixed messages but was doing what was right for her and that she is just crap at relationships. She also let slip that she had someone else who she saw off and on when they both had free time. She said we could be friends and left it up to me as to whether I wanted to contact her again and we parted amicably.

I was still feeling emotional on the way home but I also felt glad that I'd seen her face to face. She sent me a text that evening and said she didn't like seeing me sad and that she'd played a part in me feeling like that (erm, sorry, you merely played a part you say?). She sent me another text the next day and told me she wasn't the woman for me and that I should start dating again...

My emotional state meant that I couldn't articulate properly what I wanted to say to her in Eastbourne but I just think that she wanted to have her cake and eat it. Going to New York was clearly a step too far for her and the fact that she resented me being there is still hard to take. However, I still can't accept that a few days away together could change things so dramatically and I can't comprehend how she was so into me before yet now she wants nothing to do with me. I've no idea how you can say the things she said to me and then retract them at the drop of a hat. I'd like to think that I meant more to her than just an occasional shag and travel companion but the cynical side of me tells me that she got what she wanted from me and then bailed out.

It's not all doom and gloom though as I can take some good things from our time together as I learned a lot from her sexually and I also found out that I can be romantic and going away with someone other than friends and family was a massive leap for me.

Ultimately though, she really hurt me and although I have respect for her in meeting up with me to discuss things, the fact that she has other 'arrangements' with men means that I have no interest whatsoever in seeing her again. She also disliked The Smiths so there clearly was no future for us...

Date 98

"So you go, and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own."

This date nearly didn't happen as she cancelled on me initially. We'd been chatting via email very regularly for a couple of weeks and we set a date to meet. I was really looking forward to meeting her as she used to write me some very long and funny emails, however, a couple of days beforehand she got in touch to say that the previous night she'd gone on a fourth date with someone else and she would have felt bad seeing me as she wanted to see how things would go with him. I was very disappointed, and told her so, but I said it was fair enough. I also had a feeling that I'd hear from her again, and lo and behold, she sent me an email a few weeks later.

She said she nearly didn't email me but something had reminded her of me and so we continued where we left off. I asked her what had happened to the other guy she was dating and she said they'd gone on one more date but then she decided he wasn't for her as he didn't like films or television! She obviously asked if we could meet up and I said yes.

When she'd cancelled initially I had vowed not to see her if she did email me again but when it came down to it I just thought: my social life is shite at the moment plus she did sound intriguing. I have to say though, that the excitement I had first time around wasn't there because I did feel a little bit like I was second best.

We met up in a pub in Brighton and it was absolutely rammed. She was late also so I ended up shuffling around the place with a pint in my hand for 15 minutes really accentuating the fact that I was waiting for someone and not just in there drinking on my own. I'd nearly finished my drink when she turned up and the first thing she did was comment on how the pub smelt like a toilet so she went up to the bar and told them to do something about it, which they actually did and in no time the whole place was smelling fresh again! She also introduced me to a liqueur called Tuaca. We had a few shots each and it was beautiful. Apparently, according to her, it's pretty much a Brighton thing so not many people have heard of it and it's difficult to buy unless you're in the bar trade.

So, after a few drinks she said she had to go and when I got on the bus I received a text from her saying:

'It was absolutely lovely to meet you. I didn't feel any chemistry on my part but we have loads in common and I'd really like to stay in touch if you'd also like that?'

She also asked if I wanted to go to see Interstellar with her the next day (she'd already seen it once) but I couldn't as I had other plans. I thought it was a nice text from her and I think she was right but it did make me think how had she gone on 5 dates with this other guy yet had made up her mind so quickly over me.

We did meet up again a couple of weeks later as I wanted to go and see What We Do in the Shadows and it turned out to be my second favourite film of the year so far. We've since become good friends and cinema buddies.

Date 97

"I'm tired and I, I want to go to bed."

The most remarkable thing about this date from Guardian Soulmates was actually the weather, as it was apparently the warmest Halloween on record. So we actually spent the initial part of the evening sitting outside a pub on Brighton beach as it was such a beautiful evening.

I've never really understood what people mean by this when they say it, but she had a really kind and caring aura about her. I can't articulate it very well but there was something about her that had a very calming effect on me. She was also absolutely hilarious.

It was therefore, very strange when she basically just buggered off after we'd eaten. I don't think it was even 8pm and as soon as we were outside the restaurant she said she had to go and hot-footed it out of there.

It was very weird. I didn't fancy her but I wanted to say to her that it had been lovely to meet her and I hoped we could stay in touch, but her abrupt exit stopped me from doing so afterwards and I assumed that she couldn't wait to get away from me!

As it turned out though, she emailed me the next evening and pretty much said exactly what I was thinking:

'It was lovely to meet you last night and you are certainly one lovely human. I didn't have that elusive spark but I would be happy to meet up again for a half-pint and a mooch. Sorry I darted off, I was actually really worn out...'

She had actually mentioned that she lived next door to very noisy students, and would regularly be kept awake by what she initially thought was a very squeaky hamster wheel, but upon further investigation it turned out to be them just shagging. 

Date 96

"Hair brushed and parted."

It's really difficult to get replies on free dating sites. I imagine this is because they are over-subscribed, and from female friends I know who are on them, women apparently get inundated. I still don't see why I rarely get responses though as I write proper messages so it's clear that I've read their profiles and I try to be funny. A previous date said to me once that I'm not handsome but she found me attractive, so maybe that's where the first impressions problem lies...or it could just be that my jokes are really bad.

Anyway, I digress. The point I'm also making is that I do get replies on pay sites so I tend to go back to them. I don't think I've ever had a one month subscription on a pay site and not had at least one date from it. 

So, I went back onto Guardian Soulmates and someone actually replied to me and we met up for a few drinks. It was fine and she was very nice and we got on well enough, but neither of us made plans for a second date. One thing I have to say is that her profile pics looked nothing like her and they were at least 5 years old, AT LEAST. So when I saw her coming towards me I actually just guessed it was her. This is not me being shallow either but my pics are always up to date, so it's not really too much to ask that others do the same. I had a magnificent head of hair in my 20's and as much as I'd love to put those pics up it's not really fair to do so! Not that she was bald or anything...

Date 95

"We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry 

and talk about precious things."

Date 95 took 6 months to reply to me from when I first sent her a message. Yes, you read that correctly - 6 frickin' months. I didn't even have a subscription on Match anymore and so when you're not a paid up member, Match don't even reveal who has contacted you. So I had to do a bit of detective work before deciding that I should take out a one week membership in order to reply.

Our first date was a lot of fun as we met for drinks and then went for a meal. She was very smart, although her clothes were very 1980's, but that didn't detract from the fact that she was very attractive.

We seemed to get on well and I was very pleased when she agreed to a second date. However, it turned out to be a bit shit.

For date number 2, she suggested that we could meet along the seafront and go for a walk as it was a really warm Saturday afternoon. So, we strolled up to Zoe Ball & Fatboy Slim's tiny palace and back again, which took a couple of hours. Along the way she refused the offer of a coffee or ice cream and I'd stupidly presumed that we were then going to head into Brighton to a pub or restaurant, as it was still only the afternoon.. When I suggested this she claimed to be meeting her sister for dinner later on so I ended up being home by 6pm. I hadn't mentioned doing something afterwards when we'd been in contact beforehand as I'd just automatically assumed we would be. How ridiculously presumptuous of me.

I have to confess though that during this second date, we did struggle a bit in terms of things to talk about and she didn't actually have much to say for herself. I also felt like I was doing all the talking and asking all the questions, and I did get the impression that she wasn't interested in finding out anything about me or my interests.

I don't think she really was meeting her sister but I decided to take the hint and so I just left it. Isn't it amazing how an absence of alcohol can change one's perceptions of others? It's a shame though as I did fancy her.

Date 94

"And if you ever need self-validation, just meet me in the alley

 by the railway station."

I ended up going on 5 dates with this woman, but in the end I just wasn't feeling it, although I'm not sure if my thinking was influenced by outside forces.

Meeting through Match, our first date was in a pub near Brighton Station. It was good fun, although she did seem very keen as she asked me about a second date on only our second drink. I was a bit taken aback and said yes as she wanted to go to the cinema anyway.

We went to see Guardians of the Galaxy and it was amazing and definitely my favourite film of the year so far, and in my eyes, the best one yet of the Marvel franchise. We also went for a Thai meal beforehand so all in all it was a good night.

The third date got a little messy as we met in the same pub as our first date, had a couple of pints then headed to a restaurant for steak, where we also shared a bottle of red. Afterwards, we found a fantastic pub where I made a new friend straight away. There was a guy sitting at the bar wearing a Newcastle United top so I automatically gravitated towards him and he was actually Steve the landlord and was originally from Wallsend. We chatted to him for a bit then ordered another bottle of red to share and found a seat. After we finished off that, she advised me to get ANOTHER bottle to share and when I went up to the bar, Steve called me over to introduce me to Donna from South Shields. It was like being back home, although they both found it hilarious that I didn't have an accent anymore so I was referred to as the Posh Geordie for the rest of the evening.

Our THIRD bottle of wine brought the inevitable snogging at our table...with my date, not Steve. Which then continued out onto the streets in the torrential rain and the station. Remarkably I woke up the next day hangover free...what witchcraft was this at work?

The three dates I'd had with her had been fun and I liked her but I wasn't besotted by her. Then, through the magic of Facebook it turned out that we had a mutual friendship with Date 91. Date 91 kindly sent me a message to inform me of the following:

"If you like her, all well and good, but proceed with caution...... Extreme caution!!!!!!! Too many dramas to write about."

She told me one story about her and I had noticed that she was a bit intense, but our dates had been good so far. She also told me that she was giving me friendly advice as she'd known her for 15 years or so...although as a friend of a friend rather than a close mate.

We'd made arrangements to go to a cricket match in Hove to see Sussex play Glamorgan in a floodlit match.

It was a dull game but a good time overall as I brought along a picnic, we had a few beers and also witnessed a very inebriated guy falling out of his chair, not being able to get up and being escorted out of the ground by some stewards. I can't pretend though that I didn't have some doubts in the back of my mind as I was noticing more and more how intense she was. Whilst there we arranged to meet again in a couple of Saturdays time for an evening event.

I then went on holiday to Italy for a few days and got a text message as soon as I arrived asking if I wanted to go to a Brighton football match with her on the same day before the Saturday evening event we were due to attend. I didn't want to go, so I politely declined, but I don't know why.

In the end she went to the football with a work colleague and we met in the evening as planned to see the first episode with Peter Capaldi as the new Doctor Who at the cinema (thankfully Date 83 wasn't there). It was reasonably entertaining and we went to a pub afterwards for a couple of drinks.

I did a lot of thinking over the rest of the weekend as things didn't feel right as I just wasn't looking forward to seeing her again and I wasn't getting that frisson of excitement whenever I heard from her. In the end I contacted her and was honest by saying that I'd done a lot of thinking and that I'd rather we were just friends. She replied the next day and was fine about it and said she felt the same.

I'm not sure how influenced I was by Date 91's warnings but I did feel relieved after I ended things so I think that I made the right decision. I had also noticed that she was getting more and more intense so maybe I dodged a bullet by getting out while the going was still good. She didn't do anything wrong but I think sometimes you just have to go with your instincts.

Date 93

"Did I really walk all this way."

I was still on a mission to avoid using pay-sites and so my next date came courtesy of OKCupid; I was certainly getting my money's worth.

We met along Brighton sea front and went for a wander, as it was a glorious mid-Summer evening, before we found a nice pub near Hove. We had a few drinks and she was quite good company but there just wasn't any spark or mutual attraction.

She was a few years older than me and a bit of a posh party girl and former chalet girl, so it was clear that we didn't mix in the same circles as I'm a rough Geordie lad. I liked her but we just didn't have anything in common.

When we left the pub she said bye then buggered off to catch her bus and I didn't have a clue where I was so I ended up roaming the streets for quite a while until I used the moonlight and direction of the sea to eventually locate my bus stop about 30 minutes walk away.