Single in London - 3 March 2006
Well, I was supposed to go out on a date tonight. But, somehow this one just didn't work for me. For a start, he was chatting to me some 4 months ago, sounded interesting but not interested. As a single woman, I want to know that someone is genuinely interested in me before I go out on a date. For some reason, he seemed a little arrogant. Perhaps it was because he kept telling me how special he was, or perhaps because he simply didn't ask much about me other than things like my favourite composer. Now, there's a very fine balance between asking questions which are personal in a good way and asking questions which are intrusive and off putting. But, some questions just seem a little annonymous. Particularly when embedded in a conversation about his own taste in music. He never suggested calling me either, though it was him who wanted the date. So, rather than actually fix a venue, I just decided to let it drop.
The builders are still in the flat. The cupboard and shelving is just about done now so, I suspect they will be starting on the flooring tomorrow. It will be such bliss when everything is sorted out in this place and I can finally put things away.
So much for the exciting life of a London Singleton, in the end tonight, thanks to blowing the date out, I didn't go out at all. And, to be honest I'm not in the least bit unhappy about that. I rather like curling up in front of the fire. Tomorrow is Claire from MeetatLast's party and I'm looking forward to that, and to buying myself the obligatory something new to wear so that I feel good!
Goodbye and good night ...I'll give you a full report of the party tomorrow;)
|
