So, I seem to have three dates lined up this week.
Second date with Tall Geologist on Sunday. Probably a movie. We had a lovely first date brunch last Sunday. He was interesting and confident without monopolising the conversation or being at all cocky. I felt very comfortable.
Swimmer Guy contacted me again at the weekend, too. Remember him? He’s the one who invited himself over to my place after our first date and then had a paddy when I un-invited him. He has since apologised and asked me out for a proper date on Thursday night at the Yacht Club, so we’ll see. I’m considering wearing a tshirt emblazoned with ‘Two Strikes And You’re Out Buster’. Possibly that would be too subtle.
Then there’s Cremorne Chap. We’ve made vague plans to meet for the first time on Saturday for a coffee. But I’m thinking we probably shouldn’t really bother because, while he looks the most handsome of the three, he also seems the most motivated by mammon which isn’t my vibe at all. Apparently he owns his own harbour-front house and drives a shiny car… all of which leaves me entirely cold, frankly. Still, he can at least spell and hold a conversation so maybe I should give him the benefit of the doubt; I’m reliably informed that many women are actively seeking such evidence of financial health and how is he supposed to know that I’m not one of them, right?
I’m going to a speed-dating by candlelight (I’ll take all the help I can get, darkness is my friend etc etc) event on Friday with a friend, too.
And just to complete the ‘men are like buses’ truism, we have a new freelancer in the office. English, like me; tall, like me; and outdoorsy, like me. We had a jolly nice chat at lunchtime, he’s rather attractive and – surprisingly – single. Hmmm.