Last night I went out with Irish Three.
I wasn’t over-excited. But I did have a suspicion that he’s my future husband (mainly based on the fact that a fortune teller told me I would marry someone tall, and he’s tall).
He picked a cocktail bar not too far from where I live. Which was great because I love this cocktail bar, and he lives wayyyy on the other side of London. I was flattered that he made the effort to come in my direction.
And we had a really nice night. We talked non-stop. We laughed a lot. He’s a really good-looking guy. Nice manners. We went on to dinner. He was super polite and insisted on paying for everything – a far cry from the wiley ways of dear old Irish Two.
Then, I suggested that we grab one last drink. It was 11.45 by this point. We got into the bar, and he suddenly decided he had to run to get the last tube home. Fair enough. I didn’t take it as a great sign. Walked him over to the tube, said an awkward but friendly goodbye. No kissing. He asked me to text and let him know that I got home OK. (Again, not the kind of thing Irish Two would have worried about.)
So there I was, on the 56 bus at midnight, slightly drunk, listening to Taylor Swift, and thinking over the evening. I definitely like Irish Three. I definitely wanted to see him again. But I also wasn’t sure I felt that crazy spark. You know the one. Ahhh, The one I felt with my ex (Irish One). Irish Three called me beautiful and cute while we were out, so I at least didn’t think he considered me hideous.
Irish Three had talked a lot about how he’d never done online dating before and I was his first online date. So I figured I would take the lead. When I got home, I texted and said, “That’s me home safe and sound. Thanks for such a lovely evening, I had a lot of fun. Since you’re new to online dating, I’ll take the lead and say that I’d love to buy YOU dinner if you’d like to do it again. X”.
Hours later I got a response.
“I had a really nice night too. X”
WTF is that supposed to mean?
I won’t be replying to Irish Three.
He now strikes me as someone who would take his sweet time buying a ring.
Pizza of Doom 
Ugh! Men! Honestly! I just don’t get them sometimes. I’m sort of helping my friend through a situation with a guy she’s seeing, and I basically told him (her guy) everything he needed to do to get into her good books again if he wants to make it work, and he did NONE of what I said because he felt that she would understand him better if he didn’t (?). Honestly, I was going to lose it. I used to believe that it was just that some men needed guidance on how to treat women, but when you tell them exactly what should be done, they decide that they know best and just mess it all up, that makes me believe they don’t really care about how they are perceived and in the end they will get what they want.
I wonder if we should start being more aloof and oblivious ?
What!! What!!?? Men!!! I hate them all!!! Is there a chance he’s just shy? Eugh! Xx
It’s just him being a man. They don’t understand that we need thorough responses to things. Hopefully he sends you a text over the next couple of days. If not … at least you got a nice, free meal 🙂