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Grim dating up North?

Ask me anything   20-something lady from North West of England, servicing the men of Manchester and Liverpool with my dating antics....

    6. in which a boy i’ve never met assumes he can come to my house.

    Been talking to another gentlemen for quite a while via text, which feels a lot more intimate than messaging on that god-awful website  that I’m beginning to hate. Which I’ve assumed is a normal thing from reading other dating blogs.

    He seems absolutely lovely, and a bit cheeky which I like, and which I think K lacks. I can’t do the straight up good-guy thing. I like them confident, but not cocky.

    Now, I was supposed to meet with him last week, the week I was meeting with K. I’ve never been a big P.I.M.P so I felt pretty weird dating two guys in one week. But after some reassurance from male friend C he assured me it would make me feel BAD (in the good way.)

    But I had a slight problem as he (let’s call him J) was only free the same day I was seeing K. Whoops.

    I was a bit gutted here because I was more excited to meet J. He is actually the definition of tall, dark and handsome, 6”3 and very good looking in a cute way, which I can handle. Drop dead gorgeous makes me nervous. And a car mechanic. Very very manly. Phwooarrrr.

    But alas, the text flirting carried on full force after I assured him I was still interested but busy and now he wants to meet up this week. I have no problem with this at all, but yesterday our texting took a worrying turn, which has put me off a tad.

    J : what do you want to do? Go for a drink or something? I’m not sure where you live is there anywhere half decent round yours?

    Me: yeah a drink sounds good, I live on the edge of Salford and there’s literally nowhere, I normally go into town but is that too far from you?

    J: it’s a bit far out yeah but I don’t mind if that’s what you want to do. I doubt you’d want to invite a stranger to your place.

    (ERM NO I DON’T. That is clearly another rule I’ll have to make clear, NO PERSONAL SPACE INVASIONS BY STRANGERS)

    Me: Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out :/

    J: Are you sure there’s nowhere near you? I can always pick you up and drive somewhere

    ( I am also not getting in a stranger’s car!! What on earth is wrong with this boy? I am swiftly changing my mind by this point)

    Me: there’s  literally only grotty pubs near me a bus takes me under 10 mins so it doesn’t put me off at all J

    J: to be honest id rather just bob round and watch a DVD or something but if that’s not an option grotty pubs will be fine

    I am very very put off and angry by this point. I don’t understand what a guy who says he’s  looking for a relationship is doing trying to bribe me to let him in my house when we first meet. How intrusive! HELLO HERE IS MY PERSONAL SPACE WELCOME MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME (?!)

    Me: well yeah I’d rather meet you somewhere. Sure you cant be tempted with town? Only 10 mins away and much nicer!

    (This is definitely not happening unless its on my terms. And to be honest, the pubs aren’t that bad but the only two I’d step in are a recent fling’s haunts. So that’s a no go)

    J: Sure town sounds fine, apologies for my forwardness I think subconsciously I was trying to avoid that nervous first meeting someone thing, it’ll be fine 

    Hmmmmm. If I was me a few years ago this would be a reasonable explanation and I would’ve ran along to meet him with no qualms. Lalalala. But in my head I’m now being very very cautious about this guy. I don’t think its anything sinister, but I definitely do not trust someone that I’ve never met that thinks its normal to come to my house and I’m not going to bat an eyelid!

    I’m unsure about this and don’t think I’m too bothered anymore. Sigh. 

    — 2 years ago with 1 note
    #single  #dating  #foreveralone  #UK 
    1. in which i take the plunge.

    So, as part of taking control of my life I’ve decided to try internet dating.

    I always promised myself that if I hit 30 and I’m, sometimes it seems inevitably, still single, I’d sign up. But after waking up one too many times with a horrible sick feeling at my empty bed, and some encouragement from friends, I went through the awkward process of setting up my own profile.

    I’m still not really sure what I’m supposed to write in those blank boxes but I’ve been told since I seem ‘genuine’ and ‘down to earth’, but then again there are a lot of absolute creeps on these sites, as I suspected, and as I found out, as you will hear about in due course.

    Saying that, my flatmate has met a nice gentleman and her long term boyfriend through said popular dating site and a course mate has had some enjoyable encounters through the same thing.

    I’ve had some genuinely filthy messages. I don’t think I can even repeat what I’ve read without blushing furiously, I just instantly delete them. Shiver. Gag. Sigh.

    It is a weird situation. But I’m refusing to be ashamed about it, or consider the fact that there is something drastically wrong with me anymore. The whole of our lives are conducted by technology now, so why there is still a stigma about using it to date completely baffles me. 

    — 2 years ago with 1 note
    #single  #dating  #UK  #foreveralone  #personal