Archive for July, 2009

Suspicious minds

I think I might have my first genuine Rules success story. Which, of course, I promptly tried to sabotage. So I met the Triathlete on Saturday night after a friend’s birthday party in Shoreditch. He took me to a posh cocktail bar (2 dirty martinis) and then I took him to a dive bar that [...]

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Sexonomics

Tuesday’s date with the Triathlete was postponed because he had to work late. He was very apologetic and sent several texts and an email saying as much, so I managed to juggle things around and now we’re seeing each other on Saturday (which, hilariously, is my first Saturday night date in about six years). As [...]

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Love is a battlefield

Man alive, this weekend was a bloodbath. So first of all, B and I were supposed to see each other on Friday but, unsurprisingly and for reasons that are too boring to go into, it didn’t happen. So that’s it – he’s officially on the Island of Lost Men. He’s battled his way off the [...]

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Twenty Questions

Okay, so Tuesday’s date with The Actor: The set-up was masterminded by a coworker friend of mine. She burst into the office one day, beaming, and announced she had someone she wanted to set me up with. I was immediately wary: I’m not a big fan of set-ups because, frankly, I think they can seriously [...]

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Rules exhaustion begins to set in

Following The Rules is starting to fill me with intense feelings of guilt and self-loathing. Kiwi emailed yesterday asking me out for Thursday. I declined (because I’m meant to wait more than a week). He then suggested Friday. Again, I declined (because I’m genuinely busy that night). And while I was very polite in my [...]

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Back on the horse!

Okay, so I’ve seriously rallied from Friday’s mild disaster.   Last night’s date with the Triathlete was a resounding Rules success. I wasn’t all that enthusiastic, to be honest - I was still reeling from the aftermath of my absurd drunken behavior coupled with residual exhaustion from a monster training session I’d had that morning. But! [...]

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The Morning After

I woke up the next day with a sense of impending doom. Also, I was still drunk. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I said as I stumbled out of my room in search of coffee and my flatmate’s ear. “How was the date?” She chirped. “Fine, good, he was lovely and it was great. I broke The Rules and [...]

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The Night Before

 So! Friday night: The Kiwi took absolutely ages to let me know the plan for the night but obviously I couldn’t suggest anything or prompt him on it. Finally, at around 4:00, he emailed to say we should meet at 7:30 and go to this little French bistro he knew. Perfect. I went for a drink with coworkers after [...]

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Another one bites the dust

No word from Latin Banker and at this point in the game I think it’s safe to assume that he has gone off to the Island of Lost Men. I’m pretty blasé about the whole thing – he was lovely and cute but at no point in the evening did I think Chuck Woolery was [...]

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No Pain!

So, sorry to disappoint but there was no date with the Kiwi last night. He came down with some sort of terrible hacking cough (Swine flu? Bird flu? Remember Bird flu? Those were the days…) and we had to postpone until Friday. It actually worked out for the better as it was a rather rainy [...]

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