So, remember how I planned that date? Well I've been chatting to the fella on-and-off today (I was driving for 3 hrs then in meetings most of the afternoon) and he tells me at 4.30 he's totally forgot about us meeting up tonight (bearing in mind he was the one who chose Friday as he was busy Saturday night) so ALL my plans have now gone out of the window and I no longer feel like going out. He now wants to meet for lunch tomorrow and while I've said yes I really just want to tell him where to stick it.
Actually, right now my case is still packed and I feel like picking it up and heading back down South.
I'm so sick of men pissing me about. This is how my dating life was before I moved to St Albans and I didn't want it to start going that way again.
Oh well, I'll probably go out tonight and meet him for lunch tomorrow but decide then if I'm going to stay up here another night. I have lots to do in my flat back in StA and could really do with cracking on with them.
Anyway, enough of my moaning. I need to go have a shower before I go out to dinner. Have a nice evening.
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And what happenned?! You can't just leave it like that!
Sorry, I should have said.
He got food poisoning that Friday night and was ill the rest of the weekend. Although I think he might have been lying to me because on the Sunday I was at the Trafford centre and Scruff said he was 0.5km away.
He tried to brush it off by saying his flat (which he had told me was next to the Lowry) was close by.
All-in-all a waste of space and I've stopped speaking to him now.
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