M.I.A in the world of dating

I have been M.I.A of late, because I have been putting myself out there. So I am back, and I must say that I am far from amused with what I have been putting myself through just to get a date. What am I mumbling about? well I went on a date last week and for some mad reason I decided to go to his neck of the woods.

So looking fabulous and dressed to the hilt, I strutted to the tube station in my highest of heels feeling great. The area that I was headed to on a balmy Friday evening was some small town in East London. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a zone 1 and sometime 2 only girl, I rarely venture beyond zone 2 unless I am en route to my parents in Herts. So going to zone 5, was me putting myself out there.

Once I arrived, I was far from impressed. I stood outside the rather depressing looking tube station wondering where the black cabs were. I also noticed that there was not a Starbucks or a Carluccio’s in sight, which gave me an “I am not going to mesh with this area” vibe.

So as I stood there, looking way out of place, I took out my travelling companion, my A-Z so i can look up the address of where we were meeting. I found it on map and that’s when the trek to find this elusive place began. Walking on my heels I went past council estates that where located near big car factories, I ended up walking through fields wondering why my beloved A-Z was letting me down.

Forty-five minutes later I was lost, sweaty and my feet where begging to be released from their leather prison. As an hour came and went I knew then that I was truly lost. So giving up and sitting down at a lone bus stop, I suddenly saw a man walking his dog coming towards me, panting and exhausted I asked my Samaritan whether he could point me in the direction of zone 1. Smiling at me he pointed at the bus 25 that was trudging down the road towards the bus stop. With a childish excitement I happily waved it down. Getting on, I thanked my Samaritan, nearly kissed the bus driver (I said nearly) and sat down. Nearly an hour later the bus reached the west end, and I have never been happier to see the dirty streets of the Oxford Circus. Getting off the 25 I was headed home ( and without the help of my useless A-Z).

So what happened to my date? Well I told him about my awful troubles and dramatics of trying to get to our meeting place and all he said was “what about you come down on Saturday and I will pick you up from the tube station”, and my response was “not on your life buddy”.

LSGS