He had sent me a text that morning suggesting we meet at the café by The Globe. and informing me that he would be wearing a blue coat so I would know it was definitely him. I assumed The Globe Theatre; he (as I later discovered) had meant The Globe Pub. To add another aspect of panic, whilst waiting impatiently at The Globe (theatre), a man decidedly on the wrong side of 60 in a very blue coat came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. I began to panic, instantly assuming the ultimate horror had occurred – that I had hit rock bottom and was on a date with an OAP masquerading as a 26 year old! Thankfully, his intent was to alert me to having dropped my glove, not to make true everyone’s nightmare of being caught out by a sad old man with a fake profile.
Anyway, after two confused phone-calls, the boy and I rectified our location-crossed wires and I made my way to meet him at The Globe (pub). In hindsight, I am not entirely sure it was really worth the effort.
What was waiting for me on my arrival was someone who fortunately looked young enough to be his promised 26 year old, but whose charisma was not in keeping with his emails. He was quite sweet, but “weird-fish” as we shall now know him, certainly had what we’d describe in the trade as ‘social-communication difficulties’.
Conversation was stilted, leading me to panic and barrage him with questions in the manner of John Humphrys. Once again, I was left pondering how such odd men appear so nice and socially adept by email… Is there a secret team of witty and charming POF ghost writers out there ruining a girl’s ability to separate the genuinely fun guys from the truly tedious?!
After forcing down two drinks at a rather alarming speed, I made my excuses and legged it (becoming a bit of a habit) to meet my housemate The Banker Beauty and her boyfriend. Whilst we were in the pub watching the rugby, I gave her a blow-by-blow account of the painful 80 minutes I’d just endured. As we chuckled together over another disaster, I received a text from date number 1, The Cute Geek: Hi, nice to have met you the other evening. I kind of got the feeling you won’t want to see me again, but if I have got this wrong, then let me know. X
Ouch. Am I that obvious? Clearly need to work on my manners. I replied with what I hoped was a nice message, explaining that though I thought he was lovely, I didn’t think we were well suited. Seconds later, this was his response: That’s OK. I joined ”My Single Friend” this morning anyway. If you have any friends you think would like to go out with me than let me know! Also, I’m still trying to find your blog….X
You’ve got to admire the man’s determination.
Yes there are POF ghost writers, lots of us. It's probably unethical but quite well paid. You should all sign up to my free database for single Londoners. At the moment I've got more men than women, mainly in their 20s.
ReplyDeleteLove the blog.
tdg x
London Dating
Hi tdg,
DeleteIt's good to know - and I wouldn't worry too much about the ethical issues behind the ghostwriting. I am sure that Miss Fifi enjoyed the build up and excitement of the idea of the date before she had to sit through the painful reality of the whole thing!
As for your database, we've got a Slutty Suppers Club coming up next week, so we'll be sure to check it out!
Thanks for reading.
x