world wide entaglement web of dating

Similar to when you see your family and although you have done mental situps to prepare yourself not to nag at your parents or wind up your sisters when the pop gun goes off there you are winding and nagging, I always tell myself "Miss GL, you will not go on any internet dates ever again", off I go to do so, with fingers crossed and to my credit, no sense of excitement. And again, I find myself here saying never again. And not even in the good way where you know you are kidding yourself, like after a bender. I mean, really no.

I signed myself up because it was another way to meet people. Not from here, I have not uni friends, the built in social clique-ey clique that runs the wedding engine here. I meet men when I go out, but I don't have a steady go out pattern or even places to go. So the stream is inconstant.

Meetings via these services have run from still friends with, to if anyone I know sees me I am going to pass out with mortification. Last night (Bobby) was in between. Not as cute as the photo message. To big of a guy, he drinks too much beer and not enough gym time to counteract, despite assurances he is very active. I am attracted to lean, not baby fat. He also used the words awesome and amazing too many times. Ok if you are a hot surfer and we are in Hawaii, not so much in a bar in Hoxton and you are in a suit.

My facial expressions expand and engage as I talk and get comfortable with my audience (not Jim Carey, but it is noticable). I gesture and use silly voices. And sometimes I am self conscious about it, but other times I love that I do that and embrace that side of my personality. I have noticed when others do it, and some people get away with it in the sense it is quirky and attractive. I hope that others out there think the same of me, but I am sure not all do. Some people probably think it is annoying and strange. Which is how I felt about Bobby's constant head nod followed by white boy's overbite facial expression. I though I might have been in a parallel universe looking at my date circa 1988 at a Skid Row concert. Yeah, dude, oxford was amazing, head nod, head not, bite lip, squint eyes. Exit stage left!!!

And I get that you went to Oxford, but you should be over this since graduation 2003, I am, and if I had had a drink for everytime he said the word, I would have been in the hospital. And speaking of, after round one he didn't offer a next round when clearly our drinks had been empty ten minutes, so I offered and he accepted. He then bought two more rounds, both of which had too long of lag time between rounds. And no offer of food. The bar served a nice little menu, and there were plenty of places in the area too. Not a good first impression. If money is an object, take me to cheap and cheerful, and explain you think the food is good anyway. But treat me, don't starve me. Eating is cheating only goes if you are out with your mates. Or work colleagues.

And then the touching. I suppose if you are attracted to someone you think, fab he is lightly brushing up against me, leaning in and touching my back. But if you aren't attracted to him, e.g. ME towards Bobby, then you think, stop touching me it is very annoying. like dog slobber, when it isn't your dog. I am not even getting fed and you are able to touch me? Continental playboy was really into touching, inappropriately in public, but at least I got several hundred pounds worth of spa treatments and food out of it. I am not a premiere cru materialist. It isn't the value, it is the inequality of it.

However, the end of the date left me more optimistic than I had been going into the evening. Decision made: I am not doing this again!! I hunt and gather just fine on my own two feet without world wide web tangling me up. And now I have more free time to hunt, gather, or just be by myself in blissful simplicity. The latter being better for my skin.