Heeding my own advice

How is it possible that I have learnt nothing from my previous disastrous dating experiences? When did I become that sort of girl that knows something is 100% a bad idea, and yet cracks on with it anyway, just to make sure? I don’t know how or when it happened, but I have certainly taken my ridiculousness levels up a notch or two recently.

For some reason, despite the fact that I have said from the off that The Word Smith is most certainly not the one for me (please see pretty much every blog post with his name on for supporting statements), my Sunday afternoon now has his name pencilled in in my diary. Honestly, what was I thinking?!

A hung-over Saturday spent playing online led to a text exchange with The Word Smith, in which he very quickly asked me out for dinner. Fortunately I had a good excuse lined up for Saturday night, but when he asked about my Sunday plans I drew a complete blank and found myself agreeing to a coffee on the Kings Road.

I was under the assumption that a quick coffee would require an initial meeting of 30 minutes or so, and that I would be able to make my escape having made a swift assessment of whether it was a meeting worth repeating. I’m sure that this would have been the perfect plan, and it’s one that I am hoping to actually stick to the next time I go on a date with a complete stranger, but unfortunately, this time it didn’t pan out perfectly.

I received one particular message that changed the plan for the day. It had one notable sentence that is worth commenting on for two reasons – “I’m currently on my way to Harrods to buy a dvd for this evening.”

Firstly, the only person I have ever heard of using Harrods as an actual shop rather than a complete and utter luxury store is Eddie. I’m talking about Edina Monsoon, of Absolutely Fabulous fame, and whilst I love her dearly for her ridiculousness, I can’t honestly believe that anyone genuinely lives that life. Secondly, there is only one reason I go to Harrods, and that’s for the Food Hall, the ice-cream parlour and the pizzeria with the opera singing chef, which I have never eaten at, but that has been on my list for quite some time.

I suppose you can see where this is going? Coffee is out and pizza is in – that’s taking the half hour coffee session to a 2 hour+ dining experience. All for the love of ticking yet another restaurant off the list. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.