You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.
This is the story of one woman dating 100 men in an effort to find Mr Right
I went out with the 'Gere-tastic' Man number 6 (second date) last night and am now puzzled and confused as he was like a completely different person. The frosted lens effect had totally gone and he just looked like a normal bloke. What kind of spell had he cast on our first date to bewitch me?
It's so weird. Yes, I got back up on the horse and went out with my confidence back, fully prepared and expecting to have to resist being bowled over by his charisma - but he didn't have any!
That's not strictly true. I do find him attractive (even though last night he looked more like an old bloke with a big hooter than Richard Gere) and am interested in getting to know him, but there was none of that girly stuff - the fear or the bumling foolery. It was a normal enjoyable date. He came back to my place for a cup of tea after we'd been out to dinner and we snogged on the sofa, while my hamster ran around our feet in its ball.
Then he left and later sent me a text saying: "Sleep well."
Hmmm... I wonder where this is going. Was I kissing a frog or a prince?
I really am so confused about why I thought he was so devastatingly attractive and 'out of my league' when we first met. It's a bit surreal and exactly like a spell has worn off. I do like it better this way though.
Anyway, it's time to make a date with man number 7, I think. :-) Which doesn't mean that there won't be a third date with Man number 6! I'll wait to hear from him, but in the meantime I will get on with my life. :-)
NEXT!
2007-05-03 @ 02:23