Things not going as planned
Discussion
Well, I promised to write down my dating disasters for those of you who want to read them. Until this weekend, nothing particularly untoward had happened – a man who has just broken up with his girlfriend doesn’t “date” immediately – he mopes for a bit, and then just bonks randoms. I went through the moping phase, and have started on the whole picking up inappropriate women in clubs and bars as much as I can. Which is fun, diverting, and wonderfully empty.
Last weekend, I had a break, and went to see an old friend and ex-flatmate, who lives in Europe. I had a brilliant weekend. At the last minute she told me that another of her friends would be joining us. So I was instructed to pick up this random girl in a taxi and get us both to City Airport to get the flight. Which I duly did, after a large and boozy lunch. This girl turned out to be rather attractive, a lawyer (actually with one of our panel law firms), and very, very fun.
So fun that we missed our flight at City (silent airport – no announcements that you’re due to board), as we were busy getting smashed at the bar. Got another flight, turned up in Zurich ruined and having missed our dinner reservations, carried on until the early hours of the morning. Weekend was a blast; things happened, and I felt pretty good about a random encounter with an intelligent and pretty girl. Liked her a great deal, but am not anywhere near ready to date anyone yet after splitting up with the ex. We talked briefly about seeing each other again, and I made noncommittal noises, having vaguely recalled that part of my strategy for getting her into bed was hinting at what a responsible chap I was, and how it was tragic I hadn’t found the right person, and how I really saw myself as a family guy (duplicitous and shameful, I know – but you know you’d do it too).
I had a really good time - we spent so much time together that it felt more like a date than a random envounter - and that very fact itself made me run a mile; no way ready for anything involving seeing a woman for a second time.
Imagine my surprise when she was in reception this morning, looking lost. Turns out she started a secondment with us this morning. As I never, over the whole weekend, talked about our jobs (I only knew what she did as I needed to so that I could pick her up from her office), it never came up.
Her face was a picture. Mine must have been even better.
I was caught on the hop. And as always, when this happens, I screw things up. So I invited her to a 30th birthday this Saturday. With all of my friends (half of whom are ex-Lady F's friends). Including a large chunk who are old friends of ex Lady F. Who will most likely be there herself. Who thinks that we are sorting our feelings out at the moment (long story, our families now involved, messy), rather than, say, wh0ring our way around Europe.
I am hiding in my office and not going anywhere near our claims department.
God hates me.
Last weekend, I had a break, and went to see an old friend and ex-flatmate, who lives in Europe. I had a brilliant weekend. At the last minute she told me that another of her friends would be joining us. So I was instructed to pick up this random girl in a taxi and get us both to City Airport to get the flight. Which I duly did, after a large and boozy lunch. This girl turned out to be rather attractive, a lawyer (actually with one of our panel law firms), and very, very fun.
So fun that we missed our flight at City (silent airport – no announcements that you’re due to board), as we were busy getting smashed at the bar. Got another flight, turned up in Zurich ruined and having missed our dinner reservations, carried on until the early hours of the morning. Weekend was a blast; things happened, and I felt pretty good about a random encounter with an intelligent and pretty girl. Liked her a great deal, but am not anywhere near ready to date anyone yet after splitting up with the ex. We talked briefly about seeing each other again, and I made noncommittal noises, having vaguely recalled that part of my strategy for getting her into bed was hinting at what a responsible chap I was, and how it was tragic I hadn’t found the right person, and how I really saw myself as a family guy (duplicitous and shameful, I know – but you know you’d do it too).
I had a really good time - we spent so much time together that it felt more like a date than a random envounter - and that very fact itself made me run a mile; no way ready for anything involving seeing a woman for a second time.
Imagine my surprise when she was in reception this morning, looking lost. Turns out she started a secondment with us this morning. As I never, over the whole weekend, talked about our jobs (I only knew what she did as I needed to so that I could pick her up from her office), it never came up.
Her face was a picture. Mine must have been even better.
I was caught on the hop. And as always, when this happens, I screw things up. So I invited her to a 30th birthday this Saturday. With all of my friends (half of whom are ex-Lady F's friends). Including a large chunk who are old friends of ex Lady F. Who will most likely be there herself. Who thinks that we are sorting our feelings out at the moment (long story, our families now involved, messy), rather than, say, wh0ring our way around Europe.
I am hiding in my office and not going anywhere near our claims department.
God hates me.
Edited by Harry Flashman on Tuesday 24th February 11:48
Harry Flashman said:
Well, I promised to write down my dating disasters for those of you who want to read them. Until this weekend, nothing particularly untoward had happened – a man who has just broken up with his girlfriend doesn’t “date” immediately – he mopes for a bit, and then just bonks randoms. I went through the moping phase, and have started on the whole picking up inappropriate women in clubs and bars as much as I can. Which is fun, diverting, and wonderfully empty.
Last weekend, I had a break, and went to see an old friend and ex-flatmate, who lives in Europe. I had a brilliant weekend. At the last minute she told me that another of her friends would be joining us. So I was instructed to pick up this random girl in a taxi and get us both to City Airport to get the flight. Which I duly did, after a large and boozy lunch. This girl turned out to be rather attractive, a lawyer (actually with one of our panel law firms), and very, very fun.
So fun that we missed our flight at City (silent airport – no announcements that you’re due to board), as we were busy getting smashed at the bar. Got another flight, turned up in Zurich ruined and having missed our dinner reservations, carried on until the early hours of the morning. Weekend was a blast; things happened, and I felt pretty good about a random encounter with an intelligent and pretty girl. Liked her a great deal, but am not anywhere near ready to date anyone yet after splitting up with the ex. We talked briefly about seeing each other again, and I made noncommittal noises, having vaguely recalled that part of my strategy for getting her into bed was hinting at what a responsible chap I was, and how it was tragic I hadn’t found the right person, and how I really saw myself as a family guy (duplicitous and shameful, I know – but you know you’d do it too).
I had a really good time - we spent so much time together that it felt more like a date than a random envounter - and that very fact itself made me run a mile; no way ready for anything involving seeing a woman for a second time.
Imagine my surprise when she was in reception this morning, looking lost. Turns out she started a secondment with us this morning. As I never, over the whole weekend, talked about our jobs (I only knew what she did as I needed to so that I could pick her up from her office), it never came up.
Her face was a picture. Mine must have been even better.
I was caught on the hop. And as always, when this happens, I screw things up. So I invited her to a 30th birthday this Saturday. Where all of my friends (half of whom are ex-Lady F's friends). Including a large chunk who are old friends of ex Lady F. Who may be there herself. Who thinks that we are sorting our feelings out at the moment (long story, our families now involved, messy), rather than, say, wh0ring our way around Europe.
I am hiding in my office and not going anywhere near our claims department.
God hates me.
yes, but PH loves youLast weekend, I had a break, and went to see an old friend and ex-flatmate, who lives in Europe. I had a brilliant weekend. At the last minute she told me that another of her friends would be joining us. So I was instructed to pick up this random girl in a taxi and get us both to City Airport to get the flight. Which I duly did, after a large and boozy lunch. This girl turned out to be rather attractive, a lawyer (actually with one of our panel law firms), and very, very fun.
So fun that we missed our flight at City (silent airport – no announcements that you’re due to board), as we were busy getting smashed at the bar. Got another flight, turned up in Zurich ruined and having missed our dinner reservations, carried on until the early hours of the morning. Weekend was a blast; things happened, and I felt pretty good about a random encounter with an intelligent and pretty girl. Liked her a great deal, but am not anywhere near ready to date anyone yet after splitting up with the ex. We talked briefly about seeing each other again, and I made noncommittal noises, having vaguely recalled that part of my strategy for getting her into bed was hinting at what a responsible chap I was, and how it was tragic I hadn’t found the right person, and how I really saw myself as a family guy (duplicitous and shameful, I know – but you know you’d do it too).
I had a really good time - we spent so much time together that it felt more like a date than a random envounter - and that very fact itself made me run a mile; no way ready for anything involving seeing a woman for a second time.
Imagine my surprise when she was in reception this morning, looking lost. Turns out she started a secondment with us this morning. As I never, over the whole weekend, talked about our jobs (I only knew what she did as I needed to so that I could pick her up from her office), it never came up.
Her face was a picture. Mine must have been even better.
I was caught on the hop. And as always, when this happens, I screw things up. So I invited her to a 30th birthday this Saturday. Where all of my friends (half of whom are ex-Lady F's friends). Including a large chunk who are old friends of ex Lady F. Who may be there herself. Who thinks that we are sorting our feelings out at the moment (long story, our families now involved, messy), rather than, say, wh0ring our way around Europe.
I am hiding in my office and not going anywhere near our claims department.
God hates me.
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Andy Zarse said:
Harry, just tell her in a day or so that you just found out your Ex will be at the party and it might be awkward and maybe it would be better if she didn't come and arrange to see her another night.
Simple. Problem solved. Next...
This is a good idea. It also raises the possibility of getting hog whimperingly drunk and trying to bonk one of ex-Mrs F's mates after the birthday party.Simple. Problem solved. Next...
Andy Zarse said:
Harry, just tell her in a day or so that you just found out your Ex will be at the party and it might be awkward and maybe it would be better if she didn't come and arrange to see her another night.
Simple. Problem solved. Next...
Oh yes - the sensible option. The mature one too.Simple. Problem solved. Next...
Problem is I lied like an absolute trooper all weekend. About how sorted I was, about how sorted ex Lady F was, about how it was all so civilised. The weekend girl was seriously impressed at how mature and sensible we were about the whole thing. Part of why she thought I was such a grand chap (which I'm clearly not - I have the morals of a dog and the emotional intelligence of a 6 year old at the moment).
So giving the game away will mean that a girl who (she claimed - she could be a liar too
) really doesn't do one night stands, well, did one. And will work out that she shouldn't have.Still no problem. Except it now appears that I work with her.
Andy Zarse said:
Harry, just tell her in a day or so that you just found out your Ex will be at the party and it might be awkward and maybe it would be better if she didn't come and arrange to see her another night.
Simple. Problem solved. Next...
Jesus christ no!Simple. Problem solved. Next...
FFS, Flash takes new totty to event where ex-Mrs Flash is + mates etc.
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