Miss Fi - Back with the Grown Up

Nearly 8 weeks to the day since our last date, yesterday I had my second meet up with The Grown up. The time lapse was indeed ridiculous – the slow pace was due to his business trips (hopefully not, as my friends had joked, a ruse for spending time with the secret wife and kids), his rather nasty rugby injury and of course, my dalliances with The Captain (who to fill you in, has swaggered off my boy radar back to Germany).

                So, that is how I came to be shivering outside the Marquis of Cornwallis in Bloomsbury last night, listening to the grizzly tale of his knee injury and catching up on news from the last couple of months. As had happened last time, we had an hour or so of chatting over drinks, before he turned conversation to my favourite of all discussions, to deliberate where we should eat. With our unspoken understanding that my credit card could only access us dine-in Burger King, he suggested what else, but feasting on prime steak at the Hawksmoor. Jackpot!

                 An hour later, I was sipping a slightly odd but entirely wonderful marmalade cocktail, whilst eyeing up a bottle of finest malbec which had just been presented with a flourish. Whilst I was in this stupor of delicious cocktails/pre-steak anticipation, he asked me the bold and dreaded question...

“So, I guess what I’m really wondering, is what you think of me?” he said, smiling at the panic that had clearly appeared on my face in response to his words.

“Er...what?” I stuttered, grasping for time.

“You heard me!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know!?” was my shamefully witless answer. Thankfully though, it seemed to gloss over the matter adequately enough and conversation moved on.

                The completely truthful answer to this question is that I do like him - he is nice. He is quite attractive. He is quite funny. He has willingly bought me steak that cost twice the price of the dress I was wearing. But, the next morning as I texted him thanking him for a lovely evening, I realised that I really didn’t care whether I heard back from him or not. If that’s not a telling sign, what is?