6 dates in 10 days

 So, I have just returned from the end of my marathon of dates. Date 6 now complete within the last 10 days. Well haven’t I been a busy bee! To clarify it was with 5 guys so one actually made it to a second date, if that makes any difference. 

 

They say dating is a numbers game, so I thought I’d play the odds. With a bank holiday in the mix, it was a great time to try this out and as we all know men are like buses, you wait around for ages and 5 appear at the same time.  

Well, this story started off very badly and if I had maybe been someone else, I would have cut my losses and ended it there, but if I am nothing, I am a perseverer; read that as stubborn, determined or delusional. So, it was one of those dates that I knew he wasn’t the one but being polite you engage in the conversation waiting for it to end and go your separate ways. Well curveball on this one and after telling him I was looking for someone who had their shit together and not a party boy from Ibiza; he got very offended that his family had a house in Ibiza and English people give Ibiza a very bad name. I had completely forgot he had told me this information and apologised profusely but clearly it didn’t go down well. He then felt the need to tell me that he had thought I was after very self-confident, and he wasn’t sure if this was arrogance. But he had decided at the moment, and to tell me to my face, that I was in fact arrogant. I was shocked by this statement, so I excused myself for the toilets before I threw a drink over him. Upon my return he asked me if we could be friends and if I wanted to go for a drink. To no-one but him; I declined and then said we should get the bill, when he informed me, he had already paid. Strange move after the insult but I was it was over and I promptly blocked and unmatched. 

 

You’d think that had put me off for a while but skip forward 2 days when I lost my breakfast virginity. Nice guy who suggested a cute venue. He had warned me he may a bit nervous and with no alcohol to calm nerves I read the slight awkward chat as first date jitters and suggested a second date. Another date was had, this time dinner with some drinks but alas the conversation did not improve. Sadly, the nice guy did not do enough to warrant another date and politely responded to my message to say I didn’t feel a connection. You can’t win them all.  

 

So, this is where it gets interesting and the hope that no one I ever date or dated actually reads this. You know who you are! So, I won’t dwell on the next date, but it was a good date with lots of laughter, flirting and even a fan girling waitress. Yeah it didn’t take too long for that to turn sour either!

 

The next final 2 dates were filler dates, shall we say. The dates had already been arranged but I was not full of enthusiasm. I went along anyway. They were decent normal guys but just not for me. 

 

So, what have I learnt from this whirlwind of a week and a half? Well, firstly I've decided that I am only dating local, no treks into London to be insulted and having a crap train journey home. But I think more importantly what have I got to lose? A couple of drinks with someone, a couple of hours of an evening when I'd have likely been sitting on the sofa anyway. And who knows I might be surprised by what I find.