In hiding

After three dates, I had no idea how I was supposed to tell The Personality Partner that I’d had enough chances to ‘get to know’ him, and that I probably wouldn’t be requiring a fourth meeting to think about it any more. It sounds simple enough, but for some reason, now seemed like a weird time, considering we had already semi-arranged the next date, to declare a sudden lack of interest and to bow out, so I sat and struggled to work out what to do for a full week.

            Fortunately, when he emailed me this Thursday I was still in the midst of a lost-diary-storm, and had no idea what day it was, let alone what I was supposed to be doing at the weekend, so I was able to rely on a little white lie of needing to check plans, and then I have just quietly sat out Saturday (the day we were potentially supposed to be meeting up on).

            I feel a bit like a child, hiding away (baking brownies and drinking a lot of coffee) rather than just telling him that I’m not really that interested, but seeing as he didn’t follow up a second time to see what my plans were, I can’t help but think that he’s probably not too distraught to have found himself with a little extra free time to play with this weekend. Looks like everyone’s a winner.