A few weeks ago I went on a fairly last minute date with a guy I had met on Plenty of
As far as the residents of PoF go, he seemed relatively normal, harmless if a little odd. Our PoF relationship blossomed into a whatsapp/snapchat relationship, without the addition of unsolicited *ahem* photos.
The idea of meeting for a date was bounded around for a few days before he stated that he would need to wait until payday to meet me. I didn’t think anything of it, and agreed to revisit the topic with him the following week.
Messages continued to flow well and he managed to keep my interest up until the date was arranged. In the interim, before the date, he told me about his interests, Download Festival, Carpentry and cars, and I told him mine. There were a few strange messages, including him complaining about his arm, which he had injured at work. He did insist on sending me a picture of it, and for the life of me I couldn’t see anything wrong with it, the way he was complaining I was expecting to see it bent at a 90 degree angle. However, arm photos aside, I had agreed to meet him.
On the day of the date, I got myself ready and headed to the pub that we had mutually decided on. First impressions upon meeting him for the first time, he was normal, nothing exceptionally special, but seemed nice enough. He offered to buy me a drink and the conversation flowed fairly effortlessly. That was until the topic of conversation moved to his injury.
“…yeah I’ve had to wear a wrist support because its so painful” *waves arm in the air*
I replied with some degree of sympathy.
“You can touch it if you want.” *arm now plonked stretched out on the table*
I politely declined, I mean its certainly not the strangest thing I’ve been asked to touch on a first date, but regardless of this fact, I didn’t feel inclined to have a good ol’ grope around of his allegedly injured arm.
“Go on, you can feel where its swollen.”
Definitely not the first time I’ve heard that on a first date. But alas, my answer remained the same.
A good 10 minutes later, he realised that I wasn’t prepared to play doctors and the conversation turned to a more mutual topic, talking decorating and houses. I can officially say that I am an adult now, because I find this level of conversation incredibly interesting.
Unfortunately, he quickly turned the conversation onto a very money orientated pathway, which as you all know is a huge no no for me. I decided then and there that this date would be the first and only date with Mr Metal.
I thanked him for his time and we went our separate ways.