When he finally returned, 10 days later, we arranged to meet LATE one
evening after work. So at 9pm, I headed down to the lively South
Bank in London to meet my future husband. He was sat outside by
the river. In my mind he was perfect. We had shared so
much about ourselves in messages I felt like I truly knew him. I sat
down and gave him a knowing smile. We’d already picked out the name
of our future chocolate Labrador over email. Hmmm, I don’t remember
the balding hair from his profile picture. He stood up to get our
first ever drink together, the first of many I thought. But
wait... He’d described himself as a little over 6 foot. It
was the reason he could never fly economy he said. Imagine my
surprise when I noticed he was barely taller than me at 5 foot 5. When
dating online you can lie about your job, or your history, but it makes
absolutely no sense to lie about your appearance.
He returned after 20 minutes, yes that’s right, 20; I was battling to
keep the table from passing revellers. He got my drink right at
least. Not being too affected by the appearance thing I started the
dialogue. Future husband looked frankly annoyed and gave
monosyllabic responses. At no point did he offer up a topic of
discussion or ask me a question. Nor did he explain why he had been
so chatty and interested over email but not in the flesh.
He quickly finished his drink so I politely offered to go to the
bar. He seemed to think he was doing me the favour by staying for
another. I was half way through my second Corona when he said he had
to go as he didn’t want to miss his train. Erm, okay, this is London
and the trains run about every 7 minutes. I abandoned ship on the
drink and hot footed it behind him. He was using his short little
legs with maximum efficiency and I practically had to jog to keep up.
Then with absolutely no warning whatsoever he started to sprint.
Those who know me, know I don’t run. Not since the Putney
Bridge incident when I ran to catch the 14 bus, didn’t factor in the incline of
the bridge and ended up doing a forward somersault during rush hour traffic
with such velocity my French baguette snapped in half. My second
ever internet date and future husband had literally sprinted away from me
without so much as a goodbye. This is not good for my
self-esteem. Just to make an already humiliating experience worse, I
caught up with him at the traffic lights by Waterloo. I slowed right
down praying the green man would pop up and he could carry on running into the
sunset. It didn’t and I found myself standing directly behind
him. Never have I felt more awkward.
It was only when I got on my train that I realised the Putney train also
stops at Virginia Waters. I didn’t dare look up in case he was in my
carriage.
I would love to have heard his side of the story but funnily enough I
never heard from him again and surprisingly I didn’t pursue it. Would love to hear anybody's thoughts on this. Back
to the drawing board or rather back to the internet...
Email from: n
Date: April 24
2013 - 22:11
Subject: hi
hi sam
how r u doing? U look well :)
Nigel x
how r u doing? U look well :)
Nigel x
Email from: NG
Date: April 24
2013 - 22:21
Subject: Hi
Hey,
Life just isn't fair sometimes
Nicholas
Life just isn't fair sometimes
Nicholas
Email from: c
Date: April 24
2013 - 22:25
Subject: hi
I do :)
Email from: jv
Date: April 24
2013 - 22:31
Subject:
drinks out?
hey, fancy drinks sometime?
Email from: AS
Date: April 24
2013 - 23:32
Subject: hi
i do love your smile
Email from: FI
Date: April 24
2013 - 23:58
Subject:
Answer to your quiz
If the surface is so interesting then I wonder what lies
beneath!
Oh dear. And it sounded so promising! I would have been tempted to tap on his shoulder at the light to ask him what his problem was. How rude.
ReplyDeleteStill your writing is funny. I'll be living vicariously through you and coming back for more!
(Mighta been a little funny to grab the seat next to him on the train - "oh, fancy seeing you here. I must get the name of your shoe person, I've never seen a person of your stature walk so fast!" Or maybe not?)