The Friday after my second MSF date, a colleague (I will call him D.) of one of my best Italian friend (S.) set me up with one of his mates (M.)...not sure how everything started...but as S never keeps his mouth shut, he probably spred the news that I was on a dating site...in his office. So his colleague D started chatting with me on msn and he ended up setting me up with M: "good looking, nice, who has his own company". GREAT...but I wasn't really thinking about it as in the meantime I was still dreaming about my Tursday date (see previous blog)....
Anyway...due to my MSF date being a litlle bit odd the night before...still feeling a little bit hungover...and with alcohol in my body by lunchtime...by the time M arrived at the meeting point...I was a little bit wasted...
Luckily I wasn't by myself...it was all planned as a big night out in east London so there were 8 of us in total...3 girls (myself and two of my Italian friends), D, S, M and other two friends of D.
It all got quite messy, pretty quickly...drinks running all night....chatting away...so if at the beginning I did not really think M was my type...by 12am we had already kissed....
He seems a nice guy, was being really sweet...looking after me (I believe but maybe just felt nice having someone with his arms around your waist) and so the girls seems to be all sorted...(but this is another story)...
The only, slightly annoying problem, was that M kept saying that he had to work the day after...so when, now by 3am, he said it for the 3rd million time...I proposed to leave...and as he was getting a cab...I went with him.
Now my intention was to go home (of course!)...I did not want to end up with him...what kind of first impressions I would have given him? But unfortunately the taxi driver made things worst when he advised that the shorter way was to drop off M first and then me...
By the time we arrvied at his doorstep...thnigs had quite hotten up in the back sit....so when he proposed tea at his...I found it really difficult to say no! It would have been rude not to accept tea from an English men, right?
And we had camomille instead...in the freezing garden...not that I could feel it anyway...trust me!
and from the garden...we moved to his bedroom...
It was all really nice, surreal, weird...of couse I did not sleep much...and when my alarm clock rung at 7am (don't ask!) I was going to kill someone!
In the morning he made me breakfast, which I though was quite sweet...until he said that he usually goes for brunette! WHAT?!!!! Seriosuly considering I am nacked in bed with you...shut your mouth! Cause he did not look like this was true last night! Besides I am a fake blonde! Even a blind can see my regrowth!
And then it just went worst...when he started underlining again the fact that he had to go to work! IT'S SATURDAY MORNING...I HAD 3 HOURS SLEEP...SHUT UP! So I got up and got dressed when he went downstairs...when he came back I was ready to go...but he looked disappointed...he now wanted to listen to music! Seriously...were you not supposed to go to work???
Eventually we left...and when we reached the tube station he just jumped on his picadilly line (I had to wait for the central line to arrive)...and he just said ...."see you soon..."
It was the most akward situation ever! Now I am not 15 anymore...and I know that he was not Prince Charming...but come on!!! From a 36 year old guy I would have expect something different! But probably this was just because I felt emotionally drained...and tired.
So when eventually got myself home, had a shower and some sleep...I texted him cause I didn't like the way we left each other....
He replyed three days later...
His excuse was that "he worked till late Saturday night, he was in hiding cause he had been really sick since....that he was going to call me when he was back on his feet"....
Don't even bother, I thought!
And deleted his number....
Next one please....
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