English: George Clooney at the 2009 Venice Fil...

It’s possible my blind date my not look quite like this. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve been told getting back on the dating scene is like riding a bike.

This was by someone who is happily married. So I suspect they are lying to make me feel a  little less like running away to join a Convent.

Besides I haven’t been on a bicycle for over ten years. And I think it is possible I’ve forgotten how to ride a bike.

I am 100% certain I have forgotten how to behave on a date. So the “friend” in question has set me up on a blind date. They are currently an ex friend. Unless of course the mystery gentleman in question turns out to be George Clooney. In which case she can be maid of honour when we get married on his yacht.

Apparently I’ll like the blind date guy as he’s mature, but doesn’t have any baggage. He’s a real family guy, and a keen musician.

What I have deduced from this is that;

MATURE = He’s old, possibly balding, own teeth questionable. Hip replacement imminent.

NO BAGGAGE = Either a player or a loser. Most people have baggage, even if it’s just joint custody of a fish.

FAMILY GUY = Still lives with his Mother.

KEEN MUSICIAN = Jobless.

I have requested a pre date preview via the wonders of Facebook. Apparently he doesn’t have a Facebook account. He must be really mature. But how the heck am I supposed to Facebook stalk check someone out, if they don’t have a Facebook account? I have been shown a tiny thumbnail photo of him, but alas this photo does not resemble the Clooney.

In truth, I think he will probably be a borderline normal human being. And my friend has reassured me that he isn’t ancient, that he’s ok looking, and that he does have a job, doing “something in IT”.

I’m just bloody terrified of going on a date. I haven’t been out with anyone since my split with Richard. And to be honest I was quite happy with that. I had even considered giving up on men completely, and getting a shit load of kittens from a rescue centre instead.

I’ll let you know how the date goes. If we get on like a house of fire and decide to elope to Vegas, then you’re all invited. Wish me luck!

Big Love

Evie XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

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