http://mashable.com/2009/07/28/jk-wedding-dance/
worth a look if you haven't.
Made me think about weddings - its fair to say that since my marriage didn't go to plan it has made me question all the fuss about what you should and shouldn't do or have at your wedding. They look happy. and that has to be a good thing. bugger the favours, or the gift list, or whatever. I hope they'll be happy.
My summer holds 2 weddings - one, that of my newly inherited brother - my dad remarried last year. and one, of my bridesmaid. She is marrying my ex-husband's best friend. According to my friends, who are trying to 'find me a man', he will be the only single guy there. Hmm. Not quite what I had in mind...
Anyway, I am not doing so bad finding myself a date - at the moment. Only trouble is, they are far from ideal!
So, I'm going to share the disaster that was double date Friday. My friend Hayley says I am lucky to have men falling at my feet. I think this is questionable.
So at 4 o'clock I met Pierre, a French musician, who had come to England to improve his English. We went for a drink, all good. He was v sexy, all smouldering dark eyes and muddled up words. Yum. Perhaps a little short and a little much chest hair showing, but lets not be picky. We finished our drinks and he asked me to help him with his English homework. Call me naive, or maybe its just the schoolteacher in me, but I actually thought he wanted help with his homework. Not to lure me to his grotty little flat, with no lounge, entice me into his bedroom for a cup of tea and when I asked where his homework was - well, it would make you blush. He pounced with a ferocity I have seldom seen. Hotfooted it out of there, on the pretext of time running out on my parking ticket.
Quick turnaround, shower, change and I went to meet date 2. Let me just assure you that I am not generally a serial dater. These make dates 1 and 2 in the last 9 months! they just so happen to have been on the same day. Now, date 2 is a different kettle of fish. A kind of work contact, we arranged the date a while ago, but for various reasons didn't meet up until Friday. Between agreeing to the date and going on it, I had changed my mind.
Why is it that keenness is such a turn off? I know that is unkind, but I couldn't help it. Sending 5 texts without a single response from me, informing me that your Mum is excited, your hairdresser is excited and you spent an hour looking for me on the internet with your boss is not enticing me. It smacks of desperation.
So really I should have cancelled. But it seemed too mean not to give him a chance. The fact that the barman sniggered when he walked in should have been a sign - who, instead of saying hi or giving me a kiss on the cheek, walks in, does a crazy jazz hands dance and squeals - "I'm so excited, I can't believe you're really here!" And I am nothing to be that excited about. Weird.
We sat outside having a drink, when Pierre walked past. Awkwardsville. That would only happen to me. What are the chances? I never see anyone I know...
Then we went for dinner. He didn't let me get a word in edgeways, but I know word for word the conversation between him and his ex-wife when she told him she was leaving. He kept wiping his sweaty forehead with the napkin. And the jazz hands reared up again. and again. Still, at least it wasn't uncomfortable when, in the middle of me telling him I didn't think this was a good idea as perhaps we weren't quite in the same place blah, blah, a random Japanese tourist wanted to take a photo of us because we made a lovely couple. Beadle, anyone??
So, the dating lark maybe isn't for me...
Daisy x
