As mentioned in my last post, I wimped out of writing about my date with the guy I met at Lovestruck London’s Laissez-Faire party. Mainly because it was a ‘blah’ date and I couldn’t quite figure out how to make it interesting or funny enough for a blog post. However, there have since been developments that make me think ‘Lovestruck Guy’ is now worthy of a write-up. It turns out dude is a raging bug-a-boo. He is driving me nuts. Here, let me explain…
Who Is He?
Lovestruck Guy is a 31 year old accountant who started talking to me and my friend at Laissez-Faire. He didn’t seem like my usual type right off the bat, but he seemed nice enough, so when he asked for my number and suggested we go out some time, I obliged.
I was looking forward to the date. I think because it’s been a long time since I’d met and exchanged numbers with a guy in a real life situation. It may a bit of a cop-out seeing as it was a party specifically for singles, but hey, I’m a woman who has been relying strictly on dating websites for the past few years, so every little bit counts.
We met for Sunday afternoon drinks. The conversation didn’t flow as easily as I would’ve liked. I put it down to our different interests/background. He’s an accountant who studied physics at university. Whereas I went to college, but not university. He’s a nerdy/academic/grey-trousers-on-a-Sunday wearing type of person (the trousers reminded me of the ones my 10 year old nephew wears as part of his school uniform AND he wore them with a hoodie. WTF?) whereas I’m a chilled out, jeans at (nearly) all times, celeb/pop culture/US TV dramas and movies type of person. I’d imagine he reads the Financial Times or City AM, while I’m more likely to read Glamour, Grazia or Pride. He told me he didn’t get into music until a late age, because he was a”diligent school pupil”. Which is wonderful, really great and all, but I was a child who got put in detention for bunking off school to go and hang out at the hotel where 80′s pop stars Kylie Minogue, Sonia and Big Fun were staying. We were seriously different.
This post isn’t about our differences though, it’s about the fact that within the week of our first date he became a straight-up certified bug-a-boo. Although the date wasn’t amazing, he was a nice enough for me to consider hanging out with again. That was until his constant calling and texting changed my mind. Since our date last weekend, he’s asked me out numerous times despite me having already told him I had plans. He text and called every single day, which for the record, I would love if I was into him, but after one very mediocre date? Just no.
One morning he text me but I was in meetings all day long, so didn’t get to reply right away. What do you know, he called me before I got a chance to respond. In fact, I don’t think I ever had the chance to call him. He’d always pip me to the post and call or text first. More recently I started waking up to text messages. It’s gotten to the point where I shoot my once beloved Blackberry a dirty look every time it rings or a text message alert comes through. To top it off, his text messages sound like somebody’s Dad trying to be ‘down with the kids’. After 6 days of texts and calls, this was Saturday morning’s text - “Greetings! How were last nights drinks? Hopefully you busted some more dance moves”
A few hours later, before I got around to responding - “Hey there! What have you got planned for tomorrow?”
It wasn’t the first time he seemed to have forgotten I already told him I had plans. My reply was “Not sure if you remember, but last week I told you I was having a friend over for the weekend? Yep, so I’ll be with her tomorrow.”
And then I realised, I needed to put an end to this. Usually I dread having to tell guys I’m not interested, but this one made it easy. I’d gone from feeling lukewarm to feeling freezing cold, and it was time to let him know. I sent another text - “To be honest, I think we should leave it here. It feels like everyday I’ve had to explain what I’m doing and as mentioned to you last week Sunday I already had plans for this week, but yet you still keep asking what I’m doing. It’s too much for me! Good luck with your dating, take care”
I thought he’d gotten the message. I didn’t hear a thing from him for over 12 hours (hooray!). But then, yesterday evening, I got the following text - “Just taking it easy. By the way how was that concert you went to?”
Huh? What? Now he’s just getting scary. Did he not see the text I sent the night before? And what did he mean by “Just taking it easy”? It’s not like I asked him what he was doing. Did he just chose to ignore what I said? I’ll tell you what, from here on in, I’m ignoring his bug-a-boo ass. NEEEEXT!