So I finally managed to actually go out on a date. With the magician. He's lovely. I mean, absolutely lovely. I'm very nervous that I fancied him more than he fancied me but I guess...oh well I guess we'll see. I just...oh I don't know, I was so nervous this morning before I went to meet him that I think I'm kind of scrambled. Gah! He's so so nice.
I also just had the RUDEST fucking emails ever from this completely unknown guy, who more or less demanded my mobile number because as he said 'his subscription to the website was about to expire'. When I declined politely, explaining that I preferred to get to know someone a bit better after a couple of nasty experiences recently, he got really quite pushy. I re-stated the fact that my privacy is my right and that it's more a case that I like to get to know people better before compromising that, than rejection, and I got the old 'you're not that fucking special, fucking bitch' line. Let's all hope he catches something really fucking unpleasant, like lymphogranuloma venereum, and develops a second arsehole. (It's possible, trust me. I used to work in that field - not ripping new arseholes, I hasten to add, but in sexual health.) I've just reported him to the website as inappropriate and rude, and blocked him. What a twat.
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