Having just about managed to get over the mentally scaring date with The Word Smith, to have then got through the date with The Biking Engineer without anything going too awry, I have am awful feeling that this evening is going to mark a return to form for me, in that it’s going see a dip back down to ‘dire’ in the enjoyment stakes.
Whilst on paper The Personality Twin is right up my street (similar interests, fairly closely linked opinions and able to cover a range of conversational topics that don’t make me want to stab my eyes out), he is also dangerously close to being what my Mamu would describe as ‘a bit of an arse’. In fact, he’s not just close, he’s pretty much there – he talks about putting up shower caps, is on some voluntary council thing at work, he sings in a choir three nights a week and he thinks it’s really witty to plan important work presentations in the theme of Faulty Towers. Hmm, if only I had noticed this, oh I don’t know, three weeks ago when I started down this ridiculous path, then I wouldn’t be facing yet another challenging date prospect when all I really want to do tonight is go home and mooch.
Well, there’s no way out of it now – even if I pulled out a half baked excuse to delay D-day, the amount of background work that has gone into this one would mean that rescheduling would be inevitable, purely serving to prolong the whole process. Nope, when the time comes, I will be standing on the steps of St Martin’s, awaiting his arrival. Well, I will probably be standing somewhere up the road waiting for his arrival so that I can approach with caution and not be caught off guard and to reassure myself that, if I really need to, I can leg it at the last minute and just delete my online account. Ahh, the romance!
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