After a couple of weeks of feeling like I’d been through a really bad break-up and without the luxury of bending my friends’ ears constantly, I decided I had to do something positive to try and move on. I think if the last six months has taught me anything it is that I do want to meet someone special – maybe not to live with, but definitely to share things with. As I’m not going to have that with my BH, I’ve decided to get back in the internet dating game.
I’d filled out my details on one site a while ago, then when I realised how much it was going to cost me, didn’t go any further. Then I received a buy one-month-get-another-one-free email and decided to go for it.
This site was slightly different from the others I went on a few years ago, in that you get ‘matched’ with potential partners. This seemed to be a good thing – at least all the guys my age aren’t looking for 25-year-olds who want kids. So I sent a few ‘ice-breakers’ out and waited to see what happened.
A day or so later I got an email from Ian, a 54-year-old who lived about 20 miles away. He seemed quite nice – still had his own hair and obviously spent a bit of time at the gym. His email style was a bit weird though. He didn’t seem to be able to type in complete sentences and I wondered if that was how he spoke too. I know I do set incredibly high standards, but if I get emails with spelling mistakes or poor grammar I’m out of there.
Anyway Ian did put the ball in my court about arranging something, but I wasn’t sure. In the meantime I had connected with Graeme, 43. I began to get a bit picky with him too, but decided to take the bull by the horns and go for it. We arranged to meet for a drink at a pub I knew, halfway between the two of us.
I wasn’t quite sure what he was going to look like from his photo on the site, and I must admit, my heart did drop when he got out of his car and I saw he was a short, balding ginge. But I’m not that cruel to back out, so I went through with it.
All in all it wasn’t too bad, but I was home by 9.30pm, which kind of says it all! He was nice enough and did make me laugh a couple of times (always a good sign for me), but there really wasn’t a spark. Then when he started showing me photos of his unconnected Sky cable, I decided enough was enough. As we were leaving he took me by surprise and asked me if he could see me again. ‘Yes’, I replied, forgetting that I’m really not that desperate.
I’m glad I went, but do wonder if it maybe too soon for me. I came away thinking what a different evening it would have been had I been with my BH. And then that made me cry, again.
I think I may leave it a few weeks and try Ian again…
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