I can’t wait any longer and the next evening I text my new ‘employer’:
BbG: Hey, how is my favourite boss? x
(a reply comes instantly)
Adam: Hey dancing queen. Yes, I’m good thanks, just buried in work and crazy deadlines at the moment. We should definitely dance again soon. This week is a bit tricky but the dancefloor is beckoning.x
(Wow, he calls me a dancing queen. Sweet. Or maybe he’s been sarcastic – I was rather shit at dancing MC Hammer…I think for a moment about what to say – normally I would have been offended by such a brush off but I sense he must be busy - I’ve googled his and his mate’s first names, plus a word ‘comedy’, and found they sketches on BBC’s website. Funny stuff.)
BbG: That will be great – I love dancing! Work hard and secure some free time for me :)
Adam: OK, just no writing about me on your blog :)
(I laugh but then panic - I could swear I hadn't mentioned the blog at the party.)
BbG: Did I tell you about the blog?? I must have missed important information – I stopped writing it few months ago, when I stopped dating. What else did I blab out?
Adam: I’m only joking. You told my friend about it. I thought it was funny. There was no blabbing. Why have you ‘stopped dating’?
(Ha. I must have been drunk. I was drunk.)
BbG: Oh, ok. Why did you think it was funny? Dating on line is like a Russian roulette. And men there are weird. Have you tried?
Adam: Oh I see, online dating. I did once years ago and didn’t like it. I prefer to be attracted to people in real life rather then computer pics. We’ll have to discuss over a drink (and a dance!) x
BbG: Sure. I’m looking forward to that x
So that’s how I got put on ice. Never mind – (dating) life goes on…
