I'm not having much luck with this online dating malarkey.
A fellow blogger called Bamberio seemed to think so too. She suggested I go on a date with a guy whose blog she'd been reading.
Plentymorefishoutofwater was also writing about his dating experiences (the difference being that he was actually having some) and Bamberio thought it would be just 'brilliant' if me and him went on a date and blogged about it afterwards.
Now Bamberio's own blog is about rugby players so I presumed she must know stuff about men. She seemed convinced her idea, was a great idea. She even mentioned buying a hat...
I contacted Mr Fish to ask if he was aware he was being pimped out? He didn't seem to care and also seemed to think us going on a date might be a good idea.
I wasn't convinced though...
How can a blogger dating a blogger ever be a good idea?
No matter what happened on the date we'd have to blog about it. We wouldn't be able to help ourselves.
If one liked the other more than the other liked them, it would be blogged about.
If neither of us liked each other, it would be blogged about.
Even if it went really well, it would be blogged about.
Every flipping thing would be blogged about.
We'd constantly be trying to out-blog each other.
Wouldn't it be a case of too many bloggers spoiling the...er...spoiling things...?
I just didn't know what to do. So I dithered...and I dithered...and I dithered some more...
I dithered for so long that it appears that Mr Fish got fed up and started pursuing a hairdresser with a green thong.
Of course that's when going out with him suddenly seemed like the best idea I'd ever heard.
Why is it that we become interested in someone when they're no longer interested in us? It's nature's cruel trick.
It had happened to me before. I'd been on a night out in Amsterdam and my friends and I were trying to teach ourselves to pole dance in the middle of a busy bar (there was a pole there obviously.) A Dutch guy seemed to like my moves and wanted to talk to me in guttural and tell me I was lekker ding. I was far too busy trying to become Fantasia Sparkletush or something to pay him any attention though.
So what did he do? He went and sucked face with the toilet attendant, that's what.
Weirdly that's when I decided I wanted him. To hell with the pole! (I wasn't doing very well at mastering it anyway.)
It was too late though. He wasn't interested in me anymore. I had nothing to offer him. I couldn't get him into the toilets for free - you need to pay to visit many toilets in Holland, even in bars. You spend far more than a penny. It can make for an expensive night. He was actually being sensible in his choice of snog.
I couldn't compete.
Same now. I can't cut hair and I don't wear green thongs.
What do you get when you cross a blogger with a blogger?
I've no idea, I was too busy dithering to find out.
http://studsonthe22.blogspot.com/
http://plentymorefishoutofwater.blogspot.com/
