Ok Dating Diary… guy number twoooooo…
Ok, so this guy I met at a music event. We both got talking about our video camera’s…(yeah I film.. you film? Oh that’s really interesting…yep. That kinda chat). We swapped numbers and talked about linking up for coffee to chat about collaborating. I honestly naively thought that this was what we were actually going to do.
So we met up in a cheap café. And he went on to order near enough half of the menu. Pancakes, sausages and French toast sorted (he literally had three meals in front of him. This guy was hungry!). We began talking about ‘ideas’. But first he was keen to tell me his story. Ok. So an hour and a half later all cards are laid out on the table. It turned out this guy had a prison sentence behind him. A pretty long drawn out lengthy kinda prison sentence. For something thing that he did that wasn’t really that bad (his words). Ok. Well this was a work thing anyway, and we’re only talking ideas so not sure how that might affect me… oh oh… here it comes… ‘so yeah I thought wow this girl is cute…’ and as he put another pancake in his mouth I realised…. THIS ISN’T A WORK THING AT ALL… ‘and I read your blog’…. ‘oh… you read my blog?’… I hesitated.
I started thinking about all the crazy stuff I’d been writing on my blog in recent times. I’ll call that time of my life The Time I Felt So Angry I Wrote A Letter (or Two) to David Cameron (if you missed what I was writing about I won’t go into it).
‘And er what did you think about it?’ I asked. He looked uncomfortable. I could almost feel him thinking. I started eating his pancakes. I think when I’m nervous I eat. But I’m digressing. He shifted in his seat. I shifted in my seat. Thank god for the pancakes ‘Er… I think some men might think you’re damaged goods’ he shrugged. ‘But I liked you so I wanted to meet you’. Damaged goods. The wind blew the door open. Tumbleweed softly rolled across the cafeteria floor. I looked to my right. An older lady was sitting in the corner looking my way. We locked eyes and she slowly started shaking her head from side to side. (This bit never happened but if it did that would be the spirit of my Nan looking over me and telling me to make a quick sharp exit REBECCA YOU CAN DO BETTER HE HASN’T EVEN BOUGHT YOU A GOD DAMN CUP OF TEA FOR GODS SAKE she would of said. God Bless My Nan).
A tear came to mine eye. But I pushed it back down. He was right though. Some guys might think that. I knew that already. Probably will in fact. He was indeed only being honest.
We said goodbye at the tube… ‘let’s not leave it so long next time’ he smiled. I felt a rush of confused emotion in my stomach. He was a good looking chap. A part of me of course felt flattered. But the words ‘…but I liked you.’ rang through my mind. Was I meant to feel grateful or something? My intuition rang in a red flag alert. I reflected on how amazingly charismatic some men can be.
I like this by Freedom Fry who are Parisian born Marie Seyrat and Michigan native Bruce Driscoll. Their EP “Friends and Enemies” will be released in the UK on July 29th. It’s true.
Have a good week, Becki Bx