Loosing my dating inhabitions in 2010- part 1

My first two dates of 2010 have now come and gone. When they where first pencilled in, I was happy, actually I was ecstatic that I was finally able to say to my friends (and my sister) that one of them could at last be the one, he could be Mister Right-Now, but alas no I had counted my chicks before they could hatch.

Lets begin with date number 1. It all started last week Thursday. I had pencilled in a coffee date with a cutie that had the look of Lenny Kravitz. I was super happy and couldn’t wait to get my hands on the dream boat who I shall refer to as Scrumptious Lenny


When D-day arrived I wore all black, channelling an avant garde look. Adorning my highest heels I turned up at our meeting place- Costas Coffee house on Bakers street. I decided to arrive early. We were supposed to meet at 2pm; I was there at 1.50pm. I was nervous and jittery. I bought my hazelnut latte and found a great spot to sit- a leather sofa for comfort and a gorgeous coffee table to hide my big bag that I had lugged along.

As I waited I called a good friend of mine for emotional support. As we gossiped and giggled on the phone I did not notice that the minutes where ticking by and soon enough it was 2.15pm- where was he? I started to panic, have I been stood up? I have never been stood up. It felt awful. I told my friend and she said that maybe he came, saw me and left. I felt like my heart had been torn. Surely Scrumptious Lenny would not do such a thing. Feeling distressed I ended the call with my friend and continued to sip my latte.

As the minutes ticked by my watch soon enough struck 2.30pm and I knew then that I had been a fool. I was well and truly stood up. With a heavy heart i grabbed my coffee and oversized bag and left Costa. With every step I took, as I walked to the bus stop, the angrier I felt, so I decided to write him a quick text message letting him know that being a no show was just mean.
By the time I reached home I still had not heard from him. I couldn’t stop repeating the words “I can’t believe I have been stood up” to myself continuously. Two hours past and I decided to go carpet shopping- I am refurnishing my petite maison.

In the carpet shop I was enjoying selecting colours when my mobile rang. The world stopped as I saw his name flash across the screen- it Scrumptious Lenny.

Before I could say “hello” I was assaulted by a million apologies. He told me left his mobile at home and decided not to go back for it as he was already running late so by the time he arrived at Costa it was after 2.30pm and I had already left. He therefore had to come back home for his phone so he could call me.

It sounded like a reasonable excuse; Lord knows I have left my phone at home a million times. So I happily accepted his apology and we spoke for a while and for me my world was suddenly right again- sigh!!!

Once I returned home I thought to myself should I give Scrumptious Lenny another chance? Maybe, I mean how many scrumptious Lenny types are there left in London- like maybe one. So I ask you, what do you think?

LSGS