So I took another dating break for a while. I was still chatting to ISTJ and we'd met up a few times as friends - mostly to whine about our lack of love-life. Eventually I came across this gorgeous policeman and since I'd been given free tickets to the opening night of a Comedy Show at the new Q Theatre, I asked him if he'd like to join me. I was going out to dinner with friends in the city beforehand. I got to the restaurant a bit late and had rushed to find a carpark nearby. I spent half the time it seemed trying to call and text my date to see if he was meeting me etc. and with absolutely no reply assumed he wasn't coming so then called ISTJ to see if he wanted to join me that evening since I was clearly being stood up. I think where it started to go wrong with the policeman was that he asked me what I did for a living (by message online) and I had replied, and then a while later in another message he asked me again. By the third or was it sixth (?) time he said something like "Sure, I'll go that'd be great. By the way, what do you do for a living again?" I thought he was joking and laughed about it and after he apologized, realised he was serious. Maybe he had 60 emails to go through, who knows. Anyway he asked me if I still wanted to see him and I said yeah, he'd have to make it up to me :) To which he replied that he was on-call that night but it should be ok. So I kind of figured it could go south and had ISTJ prepared... I didn't get his text until after I'd said where I was (what restaurant I was in) so whether he came into the city and decided he didn't like the look of me and finally texted me to say sorry he'd been called in to work, I don't know... or whether I'm just being paranoid..
I've heard of some people who drive around the block or see their blind date sitting there and just keep driving (or walking) so who knows. But I didn't give him a second chance. I suppose by this stage I was getting a bit ruthless when it came to dating.
I'd worn my ugly hold-in knickers and a skirt with a split right up my thigh just for the gorgeous policeman so I thought I may as well make the most of the evening. So I met ISTJ at the bar at the Q Theatre. Unfortunately between the knickers, and the split skirt, stockings and heels it meant that I couldn't sit comfortably on the couch so I suggested perching on a bar stool around a table. When that didn't seem to help I was very relieved when it was time to go in and I could throw my jacket over my split skirt while we watched the entertainment.
When ISTJ and myself went into the Comedy club, it was fairly full and we sat about 3rd or 4th row back. I said to him "I don't want to sit in the front row or they might pick on us." Well as law of Murphy goes, we were in fact picked on (or ISTJ was) and asked him for a scenario and some other questions about himself so they could re-enact it. They asked whether we were on a date, and I said (emphatically) no - which they all found really funny - and then asked me what his personality was like. I decided to be kind and said successful and driven. Intense could have been a better description maybe. But the funny part was that they re-enacted ISTJ on a date and somehow pulling out loads of condoms - I don't know how it got roped into the story but the amusing part was that every scenario from then on had a little man coming along with a condom machine offering condoms to every single person in every scenario they created! It was extremely funny.
What wasn't so funny was the carpark bill at the end of the night. Somehow I'd managed to park at the carpark directly above the Langham Hotel. I think it cost me $38 for about 3 or 4 hours, and thankfully I had taken my car out when I did as the maximum was $50!!!
This ended up being the last time I saw ISTJ. Not long after that he met someone he started dating and up until that point I had often wondered why we kept in contact at all considering our differences in personalities and values and well, just about everything. But possibly the thing we had in common at that point were our disastrous love-lives that we mutually moaned about. When he started dating someone, after my latest disaster dates I simply wasn't in the mood to hear about his success so I let our friendship drop. Bearing in mind also that the very last time I saw him he was dropping off my mobile phone that I'd left mistakenly and had his kids in the car who were kind of bratty. I love kids, and I get on with all kids but these kids were calling me names and laughing and their father seemed to have trouble getting them to stop.
So feeling like I had hit a dry spell with 'Find Someone' I let my membership lapse, took some time out and decided to try something else when I was ready.
I've heard of some people who drive around the block or see their blind date sitting there and just keep driving (or walking) so who knows. But I didn't give him a second chance. I suppose by this stage I was getting a bit ruthless when it came to dating.
I'd worn my ugly hold-in knickers and a skirt with a split right up my thigh just for the gorgeous policeman so I thought I may as well make the most of the evening. So I met ISTJ at the bar at the Q Theatre. Unfortunately between the knickers, and the split skirt, stockings and heels it meant that I couldn't sit comfortably on the couch so I suggested perching on a bar stool around a table. When that didn't seem to help I was very relieved when it was time to go in and I could throw my jacket over my split skirt while we watched the entertainment.
When ISTJ and myself went into the Comedy club, it was fairly full and we sat about 3rd or 4th row back. I said to him "I don't want to sit in the front row or they might pick on us." Well as law of Murphy goes, we were in fact picked on (or ISTJ was) and asked him for a scenario and some other questions about himself so they could re-enact it. They asked whether we were on a date, and I said (emphatically) no - which they all found really funny - and then asked me what his personality was like. I decided to be kind and said successful and driven. Intense could have been a better description maybe. But the funny part was that they re-enacted ISTJ on a date and somehow pulling out loads of condoms - I don't know how it got roped into the story but the amusing part was that every scenario from then on had a little man coming along with a condom machine offering condoms to every single person in every scenario they created! It was extremely funny.
What wasn't so funny was the carpark bill at the end of the night. Somehow I'd managed to park at the carpark directly above the Langham Hotel. I think it cost me $38 for about 3 or 4 hours, and thankfully I had taken my car out when I did as the maximum was $50!!!
This ended up being the last time I saw ISTJ. Not long after that he met someone he started dating and up until that point I had often wondered why we kept in contact at all considering our differences in personalities and values and well, just about everything. But possibly the thing we had in common at that point were our disastrous love-lives that we mutually moaned about. When he started dating someone, after my latest disaster dates I simply wasn't in the mood to hear about his success so I let our friendship drop. Bearing in mind also that the very last time I saw him he was dropping off my mobile phone that I'd left mistakenly and had his kids in the car who were kind of bratty. I love kids, and I get on with all kids but these kids were calling me names and laughing and their father seemed to have trouble getting them to stop.
So feeling like I had hit a dry spell with 'Find Someone' I let my membership lapse, took some time out and decided to try something else when I was ready.
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