Okay, sorry I haven’t updated for almost a week, but honestly, I was just about ready to throw it all in. The guys I went out with were the ones whose profiles looked most promising and each of them was a disaster. Combing through the rest of the guys who contacted me – well let’s just say, there wasn’t much pushing me to go ahead.
Sorry, too, that I haven’t responded to any of the most recent comments. I really appreciate them all and want to give a personal response to each of you, so I’ll make that my mission over the next couple of days.
But anyway, about the weekend.
Friday night I went out to dinner with some friends and some friends-of-friends. One of the FOFs was a lovely guy I immediately clicked with. Absolutely gorgeous, loads of fun and with a very similar sense of humour to me – we’ll call him Patrick (see how I did that? Patty/Patrick? Because we’re, like, so similar and all?). He mentioned he was going away camping with some people the next day and that all the others were coupled up, so he’d love me to be his (plus-sized) plus-one.
Old Patty would have preferred to exfoliate with a cheese grater than commit to a whole weekend with strangers, but New Patty had survived three Dates From Hell and said yes. Well, maybe it was the excess litres of red wine that said yes, but New Patty didn’t make a lame excuse the next day.
Q: What do you call a gorgeous, attentive, wickedly witty guy who genuinely likes me and would make perfect long term relationship material?
Yep, hope you weren’t getting your hopes up for me; Patrick is 100% totally bona fide poof. But the camping trip sounded like loads of fun and I’d planned to have a date-free weekend anyway, so it was off to the river we went.
I’m so glad I did because my eyes were opened up big time. Great bunch of people – a straight couple in their thirties, and a gay guy/bi guy/straight girl threesome. Probably not my thing (okay, so how many people’s thing is it after all?), but it did make me realise that there’s a whole world of options out there and my bad experiences so far shouldn’t put me off. And don’t judge, even when your brain is in whoa! overload.
As happens when you have such a mixed group, a campfire and a whole lot of beer and not enough fish to go around, conversation got to “deep and meaningful” stage, which really just means we all spilled way too much personal information which would make us cringe the next morning. I regaled my dating exploits so far, which resulted in fits of laughter, which actually made me feel pretty good.
Life is pretty awesome when you make new friends, so when I got home on Monday night, I resolved to broaden my horizons and open my mind.
When I finally recovered from the weekend’s excesses by Wednesday, I put the resolution into practice and responded to a couple more guys in my inbox and went a huntin’ – sending out kisses to guys I fancy.
I’m also going to set up some profiles on other sites and book in for some speed dating.
Hopefully I’ll have some more dates to tell you about tomorrow.