So, it must have been December, I went on a couple of dates with a lawyer.
Online chat was quite good, he was clearly an intelligent guy and interested in some of the same things as me.
The *split second* I saw him though, I knew there was absolutely no spark. Anyway, we had a drink after I finished work evening, and we had a nice enough time. He seemed fairly straight forward and down to earth. I was happy chatting back to him.
Except when we came to go he asked if he could come round to my house to call a taxi. Seriously, who would ask something like that on a first date? When you've never met the person before?
Anyway, I said no. He was obviously embarrassed as heck and couldn't wait to dash away. I didn't want him going away feeling so bad, so I deliberately walked a little slower and chatted a bit more.
He took me out for lunch a week or so later, and I started to get the impression he was treating me like some sort of exotic object of curiosity (difference in lifestyles: high up lawyer with a passion for the arts, and starving artist). He was also keen to impress on me how well he was doing, and how well off he was. Not in a boastful way, but in a 'I can make your life much easier than it obviously is' sort of way.
There was still no spark at all. Actually, his whole attitude started to make me feel like I wanted to shrink back away from him.
So that was that.
Except a couple of weeks after, he turned up at my work one evening. I found him sitting in the bar, deep in conversation with a woman.
It was all very bizarre. My work was a train and underground journey away for him, there's no way he would have been 'just passing' and decided to 'pop in' for a quick drink. They were definitely out on a date.
