I may be a little bit behind in sharing my goals for this year, but (spoiler alert) one of them is to bring a little bit of romance into my life. I previously blogged about this a few months back and was overwhelmed by the response, but I have decided (once more) to be proactive in my search for love. And, less than four weeks into the year, I already have a story to tell.
I was perusing the old online sites when I saw a profile for someone I recognised - the friend of my friends' boyfriend. We had met before in person on a night out in a bar a while back, but due to my own stupidity I wasn't feeling too great and went home early and then massively regretted it for ages afterwards. And so, being the chicken that I am, I unhid my profile in the hopes that he would recognise me too and send me a message (rather than the other way around), and lo and behold! he did! We had been emailing back and forth for a few days when he gave me his number, and we agreed to meet that weekend. We had a nice walk around a country park and then a drink afterwards as well. We chatted easily, had things in common, blah blah, and had a nice time. There may even have been a cheeky peck on the lips at the end.
We continued to text for the next few days, and then he went quiet, and said that he had a busy weekend, and the alarm bells started ringing. I sent a message every couple of days, wanting to appear interested and cool but not pushy or needy, and he would reply, but conversation was stilted. This week we went over two days without texting (and I was doing my utmost to not be a complete girl and complain about it/seem like a complete psycho after one date), and then he told me that he had feelings for someone he's known for a long time, and he's following through with her instead.
I told myself going into this that even if it was just that one date, it was still one date more than in 2013. Isn't that sad? But never mind, I just wanted to test the waters, and get back out there, and if nothing else came of it, at least I would know I wasn't completely repulsive to 100% of the male population. This one wasn't it, and that's OK. Sort of. But, being proactive feels good, so I'm going to keep on trying. Onwards and upwards.
Of course, it doesn't make me feel any better about the plans I have for Friday, where I will be the only singleton at a dinner with nine couples...