You know when you have a gut feeling about something, but you try to push it aside only to find out your gut feeling was right? Yeah well, that pretty much sums up my second date with Mr PAYG.
For those who don’t know, I named him Mr PAYG (Pay As You Go) because when we first decided to take our conversation offline (we met via PlentyofFish) he told me that he couldn’t call me that night because he need to top up his phone credit first. Why on earth he felt the need to tell me that – a). he didn’t have enough money/credit on the phone to call me and b). inadvertently share he that didn’t have good enough credit for a contract phone – I’ll never know.
Anywhooo. I went on the second date planning to have an enjoyable evening but as mentioned in Friday’s blog post ‘The Jury’s Still Out‘ there were slight reservations lurking at the back of my mind. On the positive side, there were lots of jokes and laughter but at the end of the night I came home having decided that there definitely wouldn’t be a date number three. Let me try and break it down for you -
- On the first date I agreed to share a bottle (or two) of rose wine with him. Because, it’s what he drinks and he said it was cheaper to buy a bottle instead of individual glasses. Fine. However, this time the first thing he did when we got to the bar was start browsing the rose wine section of the menu and I pulled him up on it. “I drank nothing but rose last time because it was what you wanted. This time I’d like a rum & ginger beer please, cheers”. He sulked, but got the drinks in and the next round I returned the favour. After which he started on the economic benefits of sharing a bottle of rose again and for an easy life, I just gave in and went with the flow.
- I met him straight after work so naturally after a few hours of drinks, I’m HUNGRY. When I made him aware of this, do you know what he suggests? He suggests “a little place he knows”… and it turned out to be a kebab shop where we shared a portion of chips (fries, my US friends). Did I mention how hungry I was? I’m talking, ‘haven’t eaten since lunch and its now 10pm hungry’. I maybe small but please don’t get it twisted, I love to eat. (Side note: if I’m out with friends or even a guy I’d been dating for awhile I’d see nothing wrong with cheeky chips at the end of a night but even then, I’d want my own portion thank you very much!)
- Before heading home, he decided it would be a good idea to stop in the local Tescos superstore to buy another cheap bottle of rose to drink (whilst walking the streets) on the way back to the train station. Seriously dude? No, just NO.
Everything points to the fact that he is indeed an 18 year old in a 30 year old’s body. He still lives with his Mum, he has a pay as you go mobile phone (and seems to struggle keeping it topped up with credit), he doesn’t have enough common sense to realise if he’s invited a lady out for an after work date, the evening should actually include dinner (NOT standing up in a kebab shop sharing chips) and he thinks its appropriate to swig from a bottle of wine whilst walking down the street – NOT A GOOD LOOK! Also, I’ve since put two and two together and realised that the reason he still messages me on POF although he has my number is because…. it saves him money and means he doesn’t have to use his precious phone credit.
Come now, say it with me “ON TO THE NEXT ONE!”