Started looking at a dating site on the Internet at work today for a suitable match-up for me. I’m not happy that Ian cancelled at short notice on Wednesday. By text. Without offering a good reason. I’m not going to be at his beck and call. Well, certainly not at his beck. Also, I can’t take another night with Donna at the moment.
Unfortunately, Stuart came in as I was examining the possibilities and I think he twigged what I was doing, even though I quickly alt-tabbed to a spreadsheet. After a glance at my computer screen, he said something about how he’s really good in bed, and when I said ‘Oh, really?’ he said yes, he gets a solid eight hours sleep every night.
Anyway, meeting some bloke called Bryan (with a “y”) in the local pub tomorrow night. He looks and sounds great on the website. Can’t wait.