(Arm) Candy and Sugar (Daddy)
My Friday night date began well. I had an engrossing conversation with the really sweet cab driver about men and their views on life, women and most importantly communication. He agreed with my latest dating lessons I have learned. First, I believe that a guy makes his mind up whether he likes you almost as soon as he spies you. All you have to do is ride on the coattails of that, in other words do nothing outside of neutral territory, and in the words of Vince's character in Swingers, your money baby. Second, let them talk about themselves, act impressed, don't volunteer too much about yourself, and play the frame to their picture. NB this standard operating procedure works on players, but not real people.
So, chanting my mantras, (shut up, be nice and sweet ( I can be a bit sarcastic and have a dark sense of humour), no worries, and don't bore him with how smart you are), I arrive on the date at the Electric.
I did not remember what he looked like but he texted me his outfit and was waiting near the front. Cute in the I am a mini Richard branson kind of way. Much older, which I had surmised. We have dinner (which was not great by the way, I find that member club bistros tend to be dull and without inspiration, resting on the laurels of gin that everyone is drinking). We chatted, met a few of his friends, within an hour were hand holding. I thought it was funny but in no way did I ever think "whoa this guy is It". Or anything along those lines. It was like being on a roller coaster. Fun to say you did it, pretty fun on the actual ride, but at the end of the day, not too bothered whether you ride it again or not. We went on to a club afterwards for a little dancing, then to his place for nightcap and snog. Then I made my way back in the middle of the night. I can't stand not being in my own bed and it avoids uncomfortable situations too.I think it was well into the second hour before the man asked what I did. He was very happy to tell me all about him and his life and the way a poor boy from Essex climbed his way to the top of the legal ladder to be a quasi celebrity barrister who now owns property in three or four countries and retired four years ago. I did my job though. Shutted up, offered no stunning personality traits (in other words I hid them), and was a very pretty frame for the photograph of him.
Actually, it has been a long time since I have been on a date like that. Where you play the system but while doing so you are not really yourself. You are a game piece that you shove around, watching the moves that are responded to. Interesting cerebral exercise. But adds up to bunches of air. These dates with the international playboys I seem to be scoring are fun for the moment, and good for story time kids, but they are one hit wonders. They will never lead to consistent cuddling, sharing and shagging. And that is what I would like, not these stop gap exercises in social graces and flirting.
So, chanting my mantras, (shut up, be nice and sweet ( I can be a bit sarcastic and have a dark sense of humour), no worries, and don't bore him with how smart you are), I arrive on the date at the Electric.
I did not remember what he looked like but he texted me his outfit and was waiting near the front. Cute in the I am a mini Richard branson kind of way. Much older, which I had surmised. We have dinner (which was not great by the way, I find that member club bistros tend to be dull and without inspiration, resting on the laurels of gin that everyone is drinking). We chatted, met a few of his friends, within an hour were hand holding. I thought it was funny but in no way did I ever think "whoa this guy is It". Or anything along those lines. It was like being on a roller coaster. Fun to say you did it, pretty fun on the actual ride, but at the end of the day, not too bothered whether you ride it again or not. We went on to a club afterwards for a little dancing, then to his place for nightcap and snog. Then I made my way back in the middle of the night. I can't stand not being in my own bed and it avoids uncomfortable situations too.I think it was well into the second hour before the man asked what I did. He was very happy to tell me all about him and his life and the way a poor boy from Essex climbed his way to the top of the legal ladder to be a quasi celebrity barrister who now owns property in three or four countries and retired four years ago. I did my job though. Shutted up, offered no stunning personality traits (in other words I hid them), and was a very pretty frame for the photograph of him.
Actually, it has been a long time since I have been on a date like that. Where you play the system but while doing so you are not really yourself. You are a game piece that you shove around, watching the moves that are responded to. Interesting cerebral exercise. But adds up to bunches of air. These dates with the international playboys I seem to be scoring are fun for the moment, and good for story time kids, but they are one hit wonders. They will never lead to consistent cuddling, sharing and shagging. And that is what I would like, not these stop gap exercises in social graces and flirting.
posted by miss goLondon at 5:18 PM
2 Comments:
Perhaps you could find happiness in the harem of a handsome young pug.
It's quite sad how easy it is to please people who are so full of themselves. But sometimes, on the other hand you don't feel like acting all clever. Agree on the rollercoaster thing fully.
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