Dorothy was ok this morning. I took her back to the dyserth Walkway and she trotted to heel as always, bright and excited and as bouncy as usual
I had a date today
A bona fide date!
Now the last time I dated anyone, way back before the start of the first lockdown, “the date” became a very good friend and nothing more.
Which is a sort of lose/win situation .
Today was a bust
Three hours I’m never going to get back again.
The date in question was a guy I met several months ago in the weekly Big Gay Quiz .
He was in my small group one Friday and in the weeks that followed, he messaged me privately during subsequent quiz nights to say hi , and to swap chit chat.
He is a little younger than me, broad and built like a lumberjack
I was intrigued
Eventually I gave him my telephone number and we swapped friendly texts.
Since the constraints of lockdown had been lifted, he has texted me a few times asking for a date
So today I met him for lunch in Chester
Gawd help me, the man never stopped talking about himself .
The first hour, I let it go because I thought he could have been nervous, but as we entered the second hour and he still hadn’t asked me one question about myself, I thought it could be time to call things a day.
As hour three came, and when I was sipping my second cold coffee elbows on the table , he stopped telling me a story about one of his luxury holidays and suddenly asked me if he could as me a personal question.
I told him that he could and he pointed to a tiny patch of skin on my right elbow.
“Is that psoriasis ?” he asked
“ Yes I’m covered in it “ I replied
( I’m not btw)
A few minutes later he reminded himself and me that he had to get home for a work’s phone call.
I walked down to the River Dee and bought myself an ice cream
I sat and ate it on a bench in the sun
And enjoyed the silence
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