DO NOT TEXT WHEN DRUNK
CONTINUING DATING INCOMPETENCE
Sunday 16 September 2012
133lb (stuffing feelings).
‘No!’ said Talitha, sitting in my living room with Tom, me and Jude. ‘It is not “fine”.’
‘Why?’ I said, staring eerily at my text.
Tom read it out then snorted.
‘Well, number one, you’re clearly drunk,’ said Jude, looking up briefly from OkCupid.
‘Number two, it’s eleven thirty at night,’ said Tom. ‘Number three, you’ve already told him you’d like to see him again, so you’re sounding desperate.’
‘Number four, you used an exclamation mark,’ said Jude crisply.
‘And it’s emotionally inauthentic,’ said Tom. ‘It has the gushing, fraudulently breezy tone of a schoolgirl who’s persuaded the netball captain to sit next to her at lunch, and is trying to force her to be friends, whilst attempting to sound casual about it.’
‘And he didn’t reply,’ added Jude.
‘Have I ruined everything?’
‘Just leave it as the naivety of a newborn bunny amidst a pack of ravenous coyotes,’ said Tom.
Almost immediately the text pinged.
I looked at them with the expression of an anti-Iraq War demonstrator hearing that there were no weapons of mass destruction. Then I floated up onto a cloud – non-biochemical – of excitement.
‘“How’s your babysitting schedule?”’ I said, dancing around. ‘He’s so CONSIDERATE.’
‘He’s trying to get into your knickers,’ said Jude.
‘Don’t just stand there,’ said Tom excitedly. ‘Answer the text!’
I thought a bit, then texted:
came straight back.
‘He’s funny,’ said Tom. ‘And there’s just a hint of S&M. Which is nice.’
We all looked at each other happily. A triumph for one was a triumph for all.
‘Let’s open another bottle,’ said Jude, padding over to the fridge in her baggy onesie and big fluffy socks. She stopped to kiss me on the head on the way. ‘Well done, everyone, well done.’
ESCALATING DATING INCOMPETENCE
ON THE FIRST DATE – JUST GO ALONG WITH WHAT HE SUGGESTS
Wednesday 19 September 2012
134lb, pounds gained 1, dating rules broken 2.
9.15 p.m. Chloe can’t do Saturday night, and instead of putting my energy into finding someone else, have obsessed and fantasized so much about the dinner, and what am going to wear, and the way he will look up at me when I appear in the navy silk dress, that have not organized anything else. Gaah! Text from Leatherjacketman!
9.17 p.m. Argo? Argo? A movie is not a PROPER DATE! Argo is a guy movie! The navy silk dress would be overdressed at a movie. And anyway Chloe can’t do Saturday and . . .