The Attitude On It.....

So on Wednesday, I had possibly the shortest date in history. Looking back the whole scene was fairly comical, but at the time I was fuming....

I'd arranged to meet the delightful lady in question at 7.30. She was 35, attractive and on the email seemed normal enough. I never spend too much time emailing girls before asking them out as I'm not on the dating site looking for a penpal, but this tactic might change now.

She lived in Fulham and we had arranged to meet in the area, so I set off on a 20 minute walk from my apartment as it was a nice evening. On the way, I received a text letting me know she would be 15 minutes late. No problem there, as I knew the bar was showing the midweek football ,so I could watch that until she arrived....and probably after too if I could positon her well. Once there, I ordered myself a pint and had the pick of any seat as the bar was pretty much deserted....

As I finished off my drink I checked the time and it was now 8pm. Half an hour late. Pushing it a little, but things happen. I got myself another drink and carried on with the football viewing. Half time came and it was now 8.30pm. An hour late and I was getting a little restless.

A few minutes later my phone went and it was Miss Delighful calling from outside the bar.

"I'm outside" she exclaimed

"Ok, well I'm inside, I can see you through the window" I replied

"Come and get me"....

My back was already well and truely up after this short exchange. Cheeky cow - turns up an hour late and is now ordering me about. I have many rubbish traits as you'll have noticed from previous blogs, but bad manners is my pet hate. Turning up so late without an apology falls under this catagory and after her abrupt demands, I almost lost my rag.

"Just come inside, its empty in here so you'll see me"

She then put the phone down and at that point there seemed no way to redeem this date and we hadn't even met. It couldnt get any worse.....

But it did. Miss Delightful then proceeded to talk on her phone outside the bar for another 10 mniutes. By this time my blood was boiling, but I was half thinking it must be a joke as no one could surely be this rude. She eventually walked into the bar and up to me and I sarcastically pointed out that she was over an hour late.

"I know, wasn't my fault though" was her retort. No more, no less.

"So, no apology?"....to which she sighed.....that was the last I could take

"You want to learn some fuckin manners sweetheart" (I get the contradiction of me swearing at a woman and hating bad manners, but I think I was fully justified). With this I got up and walked out, sporting a little childish grin as I left. There was no winner out of the evening, but this had to be the shortest date in history. Our face to face meet lasted for no longer than 30 seconds. That in itself warranted a chuckle.....

I'll put that one down to experience. I don't think I have ever meet an adult in their 30's with such a bad attitude problem. Luckily I have a weekend date with my favourite 23 year old, so the memory will fade quickly enough....