Taking the rough with the smooth

So, the weekend is all but a memory and mainly a happy one. It was marred slightly by my date with Passion Man last night.

I drove home saying "bleeeuuuurggh!" and "ugh!" out loud as if I'd had a mouthful of something unpleasant.

Yes his hair was on the geeky side of floppy and I wondered if it was 'product' or grease in there. Having regarded that for a while as I sat opposite from him, I'm guessing it was the latter. Imagine for a moment if you had a lineup of men in front of you and it was a game of guess the accountant.... you'd pick him out a mile off! Think sensible glasses. He definitely should've gone to Specsavers! All this I wouldn't have minded so much but this was all compounded by the fact I think he'd left his conversation skills in the car!

The poor guy was obviously nervous so I'm perhaps being a little cruel. All I know is that I didn't want to be there after ten minutes. I even wondered about excusing myself somehow but I couldn't, I'm not that heartless. Needless to say, I won't have to endure that with him again, no chance. He even struggled to talk about a 3.5week holiday to Oz... he did however do a nice line in talking about convenience food because he doesn't cook. At all. Oh, and how he'd climbed Snowdon up the road way and he did it as part of the 'fast group'. Oh and how he can do 8mph on his mountain bike. Like I was meant to be impressed. Personally I kinda struggled not to talk directly to the large mole that was sitting just above one side of his lip. Jees!

It was painful as I'm sure you can imagine.

The night before was far better, having gone to see Wolves Wanderer. He'd worked late and also had an early start on Sunday but he wanted me to go over anyway, tempted by the mention of a 'banquet fit for a princess' and with the alternative being domestic chores, there was no contest. He cooked a big chili which was very nice then we watched a film and had a laugh (with his riot gear) and shared a nice bottle of red. Very chilled.

The next morning he was up early to get ready to be at work for 5. 'This is a good sign' I thought, 'he's trusting me alone in his house'. Anyway, I tidied round the bombsight that was the kitchen, as any self respecting person would have. I found £10 on the floor too (wondered if it was a test). I also walked his dog who seems to have really taken to me. That was fun and I enjoyed it. Bit of exercise too! It would seem that I have inadvertently scored brownie points on my dating scorecard. On his return from a 12 hour shift he sent me this text:

"I must be dreaming at the mo, I need a pinch. Last night this gorgeous girl stayed at my house, I had to go to work really early and the kitchen was a mess. I've come home knackered, not wanting to go back into it and it's all tidy! I've even made 10 quid and the dog has been walked. Are you for real or is this just an amazing dream? Thank you xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx"

So, I'm still playing it cool but I must admit to being quite taken, despite my previous misgivings. At what point I wonder do 'relationship' thoughts take over 'just spending time together' thoughts...? I don't think I'm ready yet as the head-fucks still keep happening from past wounds. Until, they've 'healed' or at least subsided much much more, I'll not be getting into anything too heavy. That said, Wolves Wanderer and I have had a chat about things - he's admitted to looking for someone long term but he said he understands where I am with things at the moment (as he's been there) and it's important that I continue on my own path. He also picked up on something I said, which was that I was looking for something 'nice', what we've shared has been nice, so I'm happy with that to continue. Anyway - he's coming up on Saturday (with any luck).