Chronicles of a Serial Dater

I’ve just slept with Jewish.

We did it in his sitting room after we went out for dinner.  We are good together.  I feel uncomfortable as after the act he asked if I wanted to stay.  I didn’t realise going home was an option under the circumstances.

‘I know you don’t like getting up early and I do.’  Is he trying to get rid of me now he’s got what he wanted?

I met him after work and we went for drinks then dinner at Dim t on Charlotte Street.  I paid.  I offered.  He said ‘no’.  I said ‘yes’ and he accepted.   I didn’t want him to.  He did say afterwards ‘Thank you.  I feel very spoilt.’  I’ll give him that as perhaps he felt I really did.

He told me he was no longer on the site.  Or rather, he had not renewed his subscription so his profile is not active.  Does he want me to come off but is too shy to say?

‘Do you get messages every day?’ he asked.

‘Yes.’

He asked about my flat.

‘I may have some tenants.’

‘When will they move in?’

The eighth.’

‘Three weeks?’  I nod.

‘I’ve just taken my profile off and she’s going away in three weeks,’ he said.  He does like me!

I had other indicators throughout the evening that he likes me.  I know making comments implying he sees some kind of future with you is standard operating procedure for players but I want to believe it’s true.  I’m still dubious.

One of the first things he said to me this evening was ‘Did you miss me?’  The Entrepreneur wouldn’t have said something like that.  Pashmina would.

‘You’re not going to make me fat?’ he said when I wanted to go for dinner in the first place.  I love having a boyfriend who is also conscious of his weight.  It’s so frustrating when they are constantly encouraging you, either wittingly or unwittingly (by ordering delicious, calorie packed food) to eat more.

I pointed out my uneven arms.  I’m left handed and my left upper arm is bigger.  Apparently, according to Daniel, this isn’t unusual.  Jewish finds this hilarious.

‘When I introduce you to people I’ll say ‘You must check out her arms!’”

We spoke about TV and Celebrity Big Brother came up.

‘I would have second thoughts about marriage if Jackie Stallone is the mother in law.  Now you’re going to tell me Jackie Stallone is your mother!’

I told him about The Pick Up Artist, one of my favourite reality shows, on MTV.

‘They’ve even brought a book out.’

‘You can get me that for Christmas,’ he said.

Yes… No!’

‘Seeing if you’d go for it!’

He didn’t encourage me to drink.  Normally men who try and take advantage do so this must be a good thing.

He notices everything.  Nothing gets past him.  It’s quite fun trying to.  Two tall, dark thin men walked into Dim t.  I went on my first date with The Entrepreneur on Charlotte Street.  Briefly think they’re him.  They’re not. Jewish follows my eyeline whenever I’m checking someone out whether male or female.  He does the same with a couple of women I also briefly look at.  Phew.  Perhaps he won’t think I was checking the men out either.

He suggested we go and see Bruno together – he went to school with Sacha Baron Cohen – and have the M&S meal deal together (canny Jew!).

He’s aware of the cost of everything and values a pound note.   He listed the cost of ingredients he bought to make eggs Benedict and for a car share scheme he may join.  This could p*** some girls off but I am exactly the same.   I think we are compatible on a number of levels.

He constantly kisses me, picks me up, links arms with me or holds my hand.

Maybe his prior shenanigans of not responding to texts immediately and general sloppiness were because he wasn’t sure if I liked him.  Maybe he was playing hard to get.  Maybe he was annoyed with me.  Maybe.

I stay.

He kisses, cuddles and spoons me all night.   I feel comfortable.  But it could be a whole new ball game tomorrow.