The good guys

I've had a bit of feedback lately that perhaps I might be coming across as a sarcastic man-hating bitch.  You see, I only write about the bad dates because they're the interesting ones.  Who cares if I had a nice dinner and nothing much happened?  Well, apparently you do.  So let me share the details of some of the good ones.  I guarantee they won't be nearly as entertaining, but for the sake of balance, here they are.

The Reporter

This guy looked alarmingly like a short version of the most handsome man I ever shagged.  He was a TV news reporter and as a result well travelled and well versed in politics and current affairs.  We had a couple of very fun dates after which I never heard from him again.  I sent him an email, but I didn't hear back, and it's not like me to push the point.  A girl has her dignity, after all.

The Art Director

Oh, this one was a heart-breaker.  I liked him a lot, and would have thrown in the blog for him in a heartbeat.  We had two very fun dates, exchanged a plethora of hilarious emails, and it was all going swimmingly until he gave me the "it's not you it's me" line and disappeared.  I was deeply disappointed, and it took me a full two weeks to get back on the horse.  I immediately unfriended him on facebook - that's how pissed I was.  In retrospect, he was probably a bit neurotic.  He also once asked me never to refer to him as a douchebag.  Instead, I will refer to him as a douche-lord, because he hurt my feelings.

The Chef

This one was lunch at Cicciolina (just about my favourite restaurant ever).  I knew he wasn't right for me from the minute I arrived, but the conversation didn't flag.  Nothing really wrong with him, but nothing outstanding either.  I think he would have liked another date, but I wasn't up for it.

The Project Manager

We had a very pleasant date at Madame Brussels, where I drank a margarita, and he had a beer and we talked about politics and art.  We had a second date at Gingerboy, that went quite well, but he was off on a holiday to the middle east for six weeks.  He left and I didn't hear from him again.

See?  Not nearly as interesting as the disasters, and not nearly as common either I might add.  But I'll include these draberies if it makes you feel better.