Location:
Racks, Bristol
I couldn’t complain about this date being
short. At 6’4 I was in complete height heaven, and he was seriously good
looking. But... (always a but) he was a big kid! My fault really as over the last few weeks I had been running out of men on Tinder (‘There’s no one new around you’) and Bumble (‘Looks like you’re out of people…check back soon’)! I had no choice but to extend my once selective distance and age criterion.
Age range at this time was at an all time high: 27 to 42, and distance increased to 13 miles. This guy was only 27, but I had decided to give him a go as one of my best friends is now engaged to a guy over 4 years younger than her, and he’s amazing and very mature. I had hope…
Unfortunately though, the same as I find
with kids, in a very short period of being with him I was exhausted! I felt
like I really had to make all the effort and drive the conversation, and if I
hadn’t we could have been left with those dreaded awkward silences. We had a
few laughs, but it was clear we were very different people with very different interests and without wanting
to sound like a complete bitch, bless him, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
When I messaged the next day to say thanks
for the evening and give my usual escape speale, I said I felt he was a little
young for me and that I was looking for something maybe a bit more serious than
what he wanted. He was really sweet and said ‘you can tell me if I’m not
‘Clifton’ enough for you, up for seeing you again, but if you don’t want to
there’s no hard feelings.’ So there were no hard feelings.
Maybe in 5 years…
Maybe in 5 years…
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