Oh hi.

My apologies in advance for not updating after the date on Saturday (I fantasise that someone out there might have been desperate to want to know what happened, haha). Well...so this is what happened. I had a lovely day out with a very nice man indeed. I mean really lovely. As I was explaining to A on Sunday, on paper he fitted my 'type' exactly - and indeed he is who popped up when I did a completely selfish 'fantasy date' type search on Match (ie, I selected specific physical and lifestyle attributes I found preferable and attractive, and he scored 100% on them all). He was tall, and big, dark features, very funny, same politics, lived in the right area, no kids (but wanted them), no crazy ex-wife (but hoped to get married one day), likes photography and music, has his own car and home, blah blah blah. And do you know what dear reader? There wasn't any spark at all. It was comfortable to the point where it was like...oh I don't know. He's a bit of a stunner, but not for me. There was not even a whisper of romance or...god that sounds really stupid but I could have been out with my dad or something :(

So let's see; what else is new. I've got a couple of dates this week; I'm seeing the much-too-young Iranian guy that I went out with about three weeks ago again tomorrow night because quite honestly I'd like to just go for some no-brain nice fun dinner and a movie with someone I find physically very attractive who quite clearly fancies me. That'd be lovely. (Incidentally we had a talk about the leg-clinging, and I am pretty sure it stems more from him just trying to make sure I know he's interested than actual crazy tendencies, so I'm less worried about it than I was.) I'm seeing the sex addict - no tittering at the back, please - to go and catch that 3-D horror film with; we didn't get there last week as he had to look after his little girl, but this is the third time we've tried to go out so let's see. I think if he cancels this time I might knock it on the head, because although there've been genuine reasons, it's kind of...hi. I see how this is going to go.

Finally...now then. In true slightly-superstitious style I am almost too scared to talk about this one out loud in case he turns to sparkle and ash and blows away in the wind, but on Saturday morning as I was flapping round putting makeup on and getting ready to go to the science museum, I got an e-mail from the dating site for big girls that I am registered with but not now subscribed to (I let it lapse) since I have been using Match.com. You have mail! A HA - finally, a crazy person for me to feed to the blog! One eye looking sideways at the clock, I quickly logged in and found that it wasn't a freebie pre-programmed one-liner "I fancy you", but an actual email. So I pay my four quid and I open it and...*gulp* Oh my word. You have to understand that I'd resigned myself when I first started doing this to the fact that I probably wasn't going to meet anyone a little bit, well. Someone who really fulfilled all the criteria. And you know...these dating sites don't ask the questions that I'm interested in. Does he have holes punched in various bits of his anatomy. Is he heavily tattooed. Does he have a really kind face. Does he write things that make your palms sweat slightly when you read them and one eye screw up just in case you read that wrong. Does he say things on the phone that make you temporarily unable to answer because you're in stun. Is he really funny. Does he look quite a lot like Ian MacKaye from Fugazi. They don't ask. They fucking should. Thus far, D fulfils all of the above, which is a bit scary and a lot lovely and makes me simultaneously want to run around cheering and hit the ejector seat button. Don't ask me how I know all this from some emails and a phonecall. I don't. I am not sure. I am having to be a bit wary as he is currently mashing some of the same buttons the Heartbreaker (who asked me to marry him in under 24 hours and whom I was living with in under a fortnight) did. I really hope he is not as mad as he was. Or emotionally fucked up. He doesn't seem to be but...gahahaha...they never do :) Anyway we're going out on Saturday. I am keeping my dates during the week and forcing myself into a semblance of normal. I am slightly terrified but not nervous like I'm usually nervous.