Call me
Abba once sang, “ring ring why don’t you give me a call, ring ring the happiest sound of them all”. Then Blondie tried with, “Call me, call me, anytime call me”. So why is it so hard for a man to pick up a phone and dial?
If I meet a man out on a Saturday night and he asks for my number I expect to hear from him at least by midweek. As I’ve mentioned before there is a “Tuesday rule”. Which is really the appropriate day to have called by to show your interest. Now my recent experience did little to give me faith in men and their grasp of this concept. I met a guy out in the city with friends. We spotted each other dancing and struck up a conversation. After a few hours of talking and dancing, the club closed and he walked me to the bus stop swapping life stories along the way. He was from Ireland, (god I love an accent), 38, quite handsome and had come over on a holiday. To make a long story short he had a fling, got the girl pregnant and now lives here with a 2-year-old son. He seemed relieved to have told me his story, I like kids so this wasn’t an issue for me, and I told him so. So he asked if he could see me again and got my number. Ok, maybe we did have a little pash at this stage but there was certainly no sleaziness happening. I walked away with a smile feeling really good about him, trusting my gut instinct that he would call. Two weeks later my gut has given up on instinct and has indigestion instead! Of course he didn’t call. After Tuesday came and went I thought I’d give him a little bit of leniency, and accept a call later in the week, very kind of me. But by Saturday I gave up disappointed and confused but moving on. Next!!
The next time I ventured out, I again met a nice guy, a bit younger this time 28 I think? After making eye contact a couple of times I decided to make the move. We introduced ourselves, got talking and he seemed like a decent guy. He was on a buck’s night and spent most of the night on a stool as he had a Rugby injury. But seemed happy chatting to me most of the night. When it came time to go again he took my number and said he didn’t take girls home the first time he met them (not that I offered), and would like to call me and see me again. Thinking I had nothing to lose I gave him my number and bid him farewell, thinking I won’t hold my breath for that call. Good thing cause by Thursday I was again disappointed. Why do they bother getting your number if they are not going to call? If they’re not really interested they should just have the balls to walk away. I’ve decided that from now on I’m going to get their number if they ask, and see how they react. If they don’t want to give it to you then they’re not that interested.
As my bible, “He’s just not that into you”, by Greg Bernhart, states; if he doesn’t call, “he’s just not that into you”.
Posted in Dating on August 23rd, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 2 Comments
The Perfect Man?
I found myself staring unashamedly at this picture for at least 5 minutes. I went over every inch of his lovely figure from head to toe, well knees anyway. And decided I think this specimen is God’s gift to women! Why is he never at the single’s table?
To be honest I wouldn’t complain if he (lets call him Ken, I wonder if he has a Barbie?) had a little facial or body hair, because he looks like he has less hair than me. And what’s he hiding under that hat? I’d also like to see a bit of a smile, as I’ve said before bad teeth can ruin even the most gorgeous face. Ok I’m trying real hard to fault him so I don’t look like a perverted, desperate, single, over 30’s women with nothing better to do than perve on really hot male models. Actually it’s about time we had some good eye candy, I’m tired of seeing men drool over the likes of Megan Gale and Miranda Kerr. I’m taking a stand, I want more!! Near naked men that is, so I can imagine what it would be like to have this man be the father of my children.
In my dreams maybe!
Posted in Celebrity on August 15th, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 0 Comments
Love is Blind
Definition from Dictionary.com
Blind date:noun
| 1. | A social appointment or date arranged, usually by a third person, between two people who have not met. |
| 2. | Either of the participants in such an arrangement. |
Maybe it’s because people feel sorry for me, or they’re just attempting to improve what they think is a boring, lonely single life. You would think being single is a disease, as I’ve said and you would have already read, I have a fun single life but yes dating and searching for Mr. Right is a priority. I do appreciate my friends and family efforts at matchmaking. Although there have been no successful matches so far.
I guess my first foray into blind dating was through the Internet. Even though you may email and correspond before you meet, you are still meeting someone you don’t really know which is very daunting. I remember one particular date I turned up early to the meeting place; a local drinking hole, in other words a pub, and waited for my potential new husband to arrive. Having only seen one photo I wasn’t really sure I’d recognise him, as it turns out I didn’t. A guy has approached me after seeing me waiting for a while, I’ve assumed it’s my date so have introduced myself and asked if he was (for confidentiality purposes lets call him Paul). Not only was he not Paul but he was the bouncer that worked at the pub. He asked me who I was waiting for and stupid me told him I had a blind date, he then proceeded to lecture me on the dangers of meeting someone you don’t know and he hoped my family knew where I was. When Paul eventually turned up I could see Mr. Concerned bouncer checking him out, and throughout the night he kept wandering past to make sure I was ok. Very sweet, if he were 10 years younger I probably would have asked him if he were single. Ok, so I embarrassed myself and the date went downhill from there. After that disaster, in future I was to wait for any dates to approach me first.
This will definitely make me sound desperate; or maybe my parents desperate to see me settled down, but even they have attempted to set me up. My Dad worked with a bloke, we’ll call him Roger, and actually, I think that was his name. Anyway he was a labourer, separated from his wife and from the sounds of it happily single. But he must have felt sorry for me considering my Dad was trying to set me up and he agreed to a date. It’s not like he had a choice what was he going to say no, and upset my Dad. So we met on a Sunday at the aforementioned pub (after the last effort you think I would have stayed away). He was an hour late and extremely hung-over. He was a nice enough guy but I got the hint straight away he was only there to do my Dad a favour and not remotely interested in dating. After a recent separation he was out for a good time. He then proceeded to tell me about his drunken night out, which ended with him throwing deck chairs off the back of a party boat. Mmmm, this didn’t really work in his favour so when he made up an excuse to go I was all for it. He told my dad he thought I was lovely and a great catch but he just wasn’t ready for dating. Phew, glad I didn’t have to come up with the reason why I didn’t want to date yet another Neanderthal!
Another matchmaking attempt by a good work friend and her husband was equally unsuccessful. Her husband worked with this guy who was a little older, late 30’s I think. He worked as a labourer as well and by my friend’s description was a very nice, good looking, quiet guy. Well obviously we differ in what we see as good looking! As he approached me, the first thing I noticed is the collared shirt he was wearing looked like it was left over from his year 10 high school formal in the 80’s. Ok, I thought, don’t be so judgmental give him a chance. Then he smiled and had the worst teeth all stained and crooked. Teeth are a big thing to me; there is nothing more off putting than a bad set of fangs. Look he was a nice guy, paid for my dinner bought me drinks, but once he pulled out the Winnie blues (cigarettes), it was definitely all over. I thanked my friends for trying but politely refused any more matchmaking ideas they had.
Don’t get me wrong it’s not all-bad, but I think I prefer to meet a potential date in a group situation. At least then if I’m not interested I don’t have to come up with an excuse not to see them again. Dating was never meant to be easy……
Posted in Dating on August 6th, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 1 Comments
