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Post by Karen on Apr 6, 2011 17:31:49 GMT -5
I just saw your update, Cherry. How are things going at work these days?
Annnnnnnnnd, did you have your first date with Mr. Oil Rig??
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Post by cherry on Apr 18, 2011 18:55:16 GMT -5
I had it on Thursday! It was fun and we clicked, he was shy so I embarrassed myself as I do. We haven't gotten on well since then at all. Well we had an argument before the date and it so very nearly didn't happen but we sorted it out, went, had a good night.
Lets just say this. He is the kind of boy (I say that deliberately) who will make you think you're the next step in his life. I am a big cynic and even told him off because he said I was perfect. But he can honestly do a good job of sucking you in. And he knows what life he has planned with the little wifey staying at home popping out his mixed race kids (I am not joking, this came up on the first day that we spoke 6 weeks ago... afro babies!) whilst he goes to work on the oil rig. But I am now fluent in 'I wanna settle down spiel' so the next man (I would like a man now please God, one who charms and knows how to touch your hair without getting his fingers caught and ruining the effect) who comes along and decides he shall date me, I am going to let him talk himself out and then get down the truth of it. But I'm just stepping back and seeing what happens. He's like 'I really like you' and then won't be in touch. Snore! Today a lot of stuff came up including endo kicking my backside and I gave up caring as his place in my life was revealed to be bottom rung. I shared a lot with him and he was all about this amazing connection we had and I feel like I lose a piece of myself by letting him go off with himself into the sunset but it teaches me a lesson on not letting someone in so immediately just because we communicate well. I will come back and run down the first date as it was funny.
Oh but, he said his older sister had told him to be careful of me? Um, why? Everyone says that I look exactly like his ex which is creepy. But maybe that's why. And he was telling me about this loser friend who is unemployed and said 'I mean, I earn good money, um er I mean alright money' so if they think I'm interested in his earnings, considering I'm a cheap date (harhar) and insisted that I paid for my own cab home, they can think again. I hate that I earn so little due to my short weekly hours but I will always look after my own. You'd find me living in a box under a bridge refusing the hand of a handsome prince and still painting my face with YSL mascara I bought with the money I earned from busking. His job intrigues me, not the danger money. So the girlfriends and I have been analysing this and the fact that his family think he's still with his ex. He read out a message from his other older sister where she asked if he'd heard from his ex. Again, he did 2 things there literally within an hour to put me on the back foot, maybe deliberately? I don't know. It was my first proper first date. I hang with and can be friends with boys but I don't understand them when they go into wooing mode. Jeez I miss the simplicity of the brooding, wordless, smileless, flirting I had with gym boy.
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Post by hellsbells on Apr 19, 2011 14:15:50 GMT -5
Head screwed on!!!
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Post by cherry on Apr 19, 2011 15:49:00 GMT -5
It certainly is now! I'm laughing about it but I was bloody well confused at the time and I am staying away from any man who gets in touch via facebook and any man who, in his first conversation with you, talks about wanting kids who have afros just like yours. I miss my cynical side it kept me safe. Hey hey last year's summer romance reared his head. I'm not going there again but this means adventure time for me!
Anyway the date. I got there about 5 minutes before him as he lives a fair distance away. Said hiya to the doormen as I went in and took a perch at the far end of the bar so I could watch the door without looking like a crazy with my big nervous eyes. This was after having a mini panic in the cab telling the driver that it was my first proper first date and I was scared that I'd topple over on my way in. Oil Rig text to say he was still on his way so I made a mad dash into the bar. Anywho I was thinking of whether I could get a quick drink for Dutch courage when I was approached by 2 large men and a woman. Cacked. My. Pants. Didn't know if I had ID to prove I was 18, yeah I know, I should be sooo grateful to still be asked that at 26! Turned out it was the owner of the bar come to help the head doorman ask me out and the lady was the manager who was highly amused by it all. They offered me champagne but I don't drink the stuff so I asked for rum and ginger beer. Classy biatch innit. The bar manager was instructed to take care of me and I was left with the message that my date had better look after me etc. Oil rig comes over about 2 minutes after this all went down and asked if I'd spoken to the doormen. I was like 'no?' then he told me they asked if he was here to see me and that he'd better treat me right. Hahaha honest to god I'd gone from nervous to wondering whether this outfit I was in had made me invincible. He got himself a drink and I recapped what had happened but he kept twitching forward. In the end he confided that the man behind him had been farting on his leg a fair bit. Hilarious cos he even asked if I thought it was him creating the stink! We sat to watch the live singer and talked a little and then left to go to a square where there's a few more bars. Well walking down the street isn't an apt description because I looked to see what he was talking about and my foot went down a little hole and I tripped up. I was thinking to myself 'shutupshutupshutup, please do not let this be the shape of my night!' as I'm very clumsy and couldn't say 'oh sorry for going arse over tit there, I just have weak reflexes in my ankles!' well we had a good laugh about it. I did I should say, I was just laughing my head off for about 5 minutes and kept bursting out laughing and he relaxed a lot cos he'd been rubbing his arms and biting his lip. That made my heart ache cos usually I'm the nervous one and it was only because of my being given a big fat ego boost! We went to a Hawaiian bar that my friends run and got a bit more into being comfortable around each other but he started pointing out men that were looking at me so I said the next one he saw I would wink at and go home with! He stopped it then. At one point he leaned in for a kiss but we both stopped about a centimetre away and started laughing. Then a few friends of mine came in with their friends from London and were too drunk to recognise me, being bar staff that had been on the lash since 3pm that wasn't surprising. One was a muscly good looking boy that I had gone to uni with but fallen out with a year or so ago. Well Oil Rig kept saying he was looking at me and said he must be an ex of mine. I said not to pay any attention cos if I know Muscles he was looking and waiting for me to go say hi. I explained that we had once been pals and were definitely never lovers but he wasn't convinced. Anyway they were nice to him but a few said honestly to me that they didn't like him while he was at the bar. They left for an indie bar and invited us to come find them but we went to a bar that my uncle runs for a bit and had a laugh in there as there were no pervy men in corduroy leather elbow jackets or insecure models to distract him. Bloody hell as I'm thinking back I feel bad for him but he was really intent on telling me about everyone who even looked sideways at us. In this other bar I saw an old school/uni friend but decided against saying hi cos I could feel how it was panning out. We went to a Mexican bar which was a scary dark hole and I got to hold his big manly rough hands. He laughed at how I'd look drunk to the point of being cross eyed then look sober (bloody tablets!) We talked a fair bit at the end of the night and there were a few people walking past who said he was a lucky lad and he laughed and said he'd have to tell the lads about what had gone on. I swear girls, I don't get a second look most nights cos I'm just one of those types. That was my year's quota of compliments in one night and it was bad luck that he was subjected to it hahaha. Them's some good ass wonder trousers I was wearing! I slept at his, no funny business but we talked a fair bit and he sniffed my hair a bit and I sniffed his and I even let him touch my bum. It made me realise I miss relationship type cuddles which we're both apt to do so that was rather nice but we're not happening. For one thing he kept saying his friends were complaining that he hadn't been at the gym that night (source of the argument) then he read out the message from his sister about had he spoken to his ex, then he told me his other sister has said he should be careful with me. I left his in broad daylight with his father stood in the front garden looking right at me as I got into the cab and then the cab driver grilled me. I can laugh at it and we did seem to click but as I've written this I've realised it was a bit awful in a way. I need to go out with a model so that there's no bad feeling. I have a much clearer view of what I want so I'm a happy bunny overall and I hope he looks back and realises what he could have had (hot lady in leather pants with a side of crazy) if only he had had the nerve to weather it out.
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Post by hellsbells on Apr 19, 2011 16:04:08 GMT -5
Sounds like he's a bit immature and insecure to me. And I think I know that square you're talking about, I love it! And why wouldn't you get compliments, you're hot!
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Post by Karen on Apr 19, 2011 17:19:14 GMT -5
Sounds like you were in control of that one, like he was the more nervous/out of touch guy. If a guy ever pointed out other men that he thought were interested in me on a date, I'd be cringing! I'm not a jealous kind of girl and to hell if I ever end up with a jealous kind of guy! Just chalk this guy up to a 'practice' date, hun, but be sure to wear those pants again the next time you have a hot date!!! And SOON!
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Post by cherry on Apr 20, 2011 6:25:27 GMT -5
Helen did you hit up Alma de Cuba when you came to that square, St Peter's Square is the one I mean? I love that place! Ha you know in retrospect and with more perspectives added in from you guys, I'm realising it was a bit of a crap date! Well I had a good time at the time. My friend has looked at his pics online and decided that he will be insecure as hell, especially as I'm trying to get out as much as possible these days, and even more so as he's away 3 weeks at a time. She thinks hes the type to try and bring me down as much as possible cos she went out with a guy of the same calibre, she adored him but he got compliments on how pretty she was and he mad e her basically feel like sh*t and a s**t. That was definitely a practice run and I'm gaining confidence as I go along, the leather pants have to go away now as it's getting really warm but I will start experimenting with my clothes a bit and show off the pins whilst they're still good to go, haha! I am a changed woman I'll tell you that! Yaaaay
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Post by Karen on Apr 20, 2011 6:44:22 GMT -5
I am a changed woman I'll tell you that! Yaaaay That's what I like to hear, hun!
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Post by pretty on Apr 20, 2011 11:11:34 GMT -5
Cherry, I love your stories. Like a movie. Wish I could hear the voices I know the english accents in my brain are totally wrong x Pretty
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Post by cherry on Apr 20, 2011 15:23:13 GMT -5
I was saying to Gem I wanted to started a blog ages ago so that I could ramble on and send my thoughts out into the universe but I didn't know what to base it on. I have decided I will date almost anyone for my own entertainment now. It's so fun and I get to try people's lips out. I miss Pretty Lips' lips, they were as good as they looked. Sigh. On that note I didn't really dig Oil Rig's lips, what's any type of relationship if there's not a good kiss? Oh and Pretty Lips said I was a good kisser. Can I have him back 5 years older and the man that I think he could be if he tried, please?
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Post by Karen on Apr 20, 2011 15:37:34 GMT -5
Dating for entertainment purposes sums up most of my 20s! Although I survived many a bad date, at least I have some hilarious stories... Welcome to the club, Cherry!
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Post by cherry on Apr 20, 2011 15:38:59 GMT -5
Haha well my friends have told me that I've saved them from bad dates and I don't even remember this? Darn GnRH! But yeah apparently I'm a bad date buffer? Can't wait for the next one. I want a Hollister guy.
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Post by cherry on Apr 26, 2011 6:17:52 GMT -5
I need a summer romance. So far the leading candidate is this coleslaw, yum yum.
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Post by Karen on Apr 26, 2011 6:19:15 GMT -5
I need summer before I can think about a summer romance!! It's still cold here and it's hard to even think about hot steamy sex with weather like this... If you find a summer romance, be sure to post all the gory details. I could stand to live vicariously through Cherry and her hot pants!
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Post by cherry on Apr 26, 2011 7:09:16 GMT -5
Aw maaan, the pressure! I'd better make it a good un then!
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