Chatted to Simon and agreed to meet up the following day. I got an early night, managed to sleep okay. Woke up at 9am next day, before my alarm! Felt tired but strode out to the shop and got some bits. Thought about him coming back to mine and got chocolate icecream (which one of his profile pictures shows him eating), grapes because they are sexy and popcorn in case we watch a film together. Didn’t get any booze because it’s heavy. Enjoyed being out in the morning for a change. It’s a nice time of day I ought to visit occasionally!
Back at home had a bath listening to Natalie Imbruglie perhaps a little loudly for the morning, but I reasoned that I needed to wake up. Decided to wear my black and green patterned dress with green and white birds flying on it. Put on make up for the first time in a long time. Attempted a smokey eyed look but went for brown eyeshadow all over in the end. Was a bit concerned that my mascara might run in the light rain but wanted to wear it, so did. Happy with the result, wandered about my room trying to find the best light for a selfie. Got one I liked.
I asked him to call me to make sure I was up, and he called at 1pm. He sounded nervous and I was a bit worried that we would have nothing to talk about on the date. Walked to the bus stop, then headed back home put some playing cards in my bag (he’s a professional poker player) in case he was as nervous as he sounded on the phone.
Got the bus to Cosham, arriving at the pub an hour early. I had been umming and ahhing about whether or not to have a Propanlol which I had been prescribed for Restlessness, which also has other effects. Good – reduces social anxiety. Bad (on a date) – reduces excitement. It was really busy and noisy in the pub, and I felt a bit intimidated and distracted by the noise, though not uncomfortable with it. I just felt like it was a bit too much for me and so it was an easy decision to take one. Had a hot chocolate which was like a square chocolate lollipop to stir in the hot, frothy milk from the machine. And then a cup of tea. By that point the pub noise was received by my ears in a much more pleasant way. Walked to Poundstretcher and got a tube of toothpaste, which I forgot on my earlier shop. Passed time smoking rollies and found the cutest place to sit so I would have a Christmas tree behind me. Decided to get a glass of Merlot to be drinking when he arrived to further enhance the charm of the scene and because its delicious. It was the nicest Merlot I’ve ever had and I wondered if it were a Christmassy one or if I was imagining it.
A bit late because of a train delay (which he texted me about) he arrived and recognised me. He had been caught in the rain and his short hair lay flat. I stood up and he asked if I wanted a hug. I had previously messaged him saying I’ld be disappointed if he doesn’t hug me, and he obviously remembered this and didn’t want to make that mistake! So we started the date with a hug, which wasn’t that awkward at all.
He drank Magners then Strongbow dark fruits which he joked was mixing drinks but as his level of risk taking. He was very chatty, and so he’s probably just not a phone person – something I can relate to.
He was eccentric, funny, very bright and talked with his hands in an comical way which delighted me. He told me straight away he thought I was prettier than my photos and I thought to myself the make up is working! He talked about genius characters on the TV and how often their way of working things out isn’t realistic and jolts him out of the programme. I said it’s more like they can predict the future sometimes then and teased him that thinking like that was only a way to enjoy programmes less. He was delighted that I was listening to everything he said, and wasn’t bothered that I was quiet, because I was listening.
He had been on a date with a girl who was into obscure sci fi programmes which he had watched, though he wondered why those rather average ones were her favourites. Despite enjoying her geeky interests he was disappointed that she started looking at her phone during the date. He concluded that sharing interests isn’t always a good thing and doesn’t mean you will connect. I agreed with him on this one, and told him what an All Illustrator Party consists of – everyone very much in their own little world, having their own private party in a room full of other people doing much the same thing!
He surprised me by talking about how he had thought a great deal about how to optimise the first date experience. But he was charming enough to get away with this. He talked away for 3 hours and asked if he could kiss me. He came over for a little kiss and sat next to me. His hands were a little smaller than mine and much more feminine, but nice to hold. He was excited to feel my bra strap through my clothes. I felt lots of little jolts of excitement during our conversation, so the Propanlol wasn’t making me less excited as I had thought it might.
We got a taxi back to mine, and he talked about playing poker at Amsterdam airport and not really seeing the city. But how on another trip he had pot brownies. I wondered if he felt that this was a similar, enjoyable but one off experience.
We sat in the front room, I with a Diet Coke, he with water and kissed some more hearing the sounds of other residents bumbling about. Decided to go up to my room. I showed him my CDs and we had the latest Chilli Peppers CD The Getaway, followed by Avril Lavigne and Garbage to chill out to. Wouldn’t be my first choice for a chill out CD but he was enjoying it so I let it play. Had a really nice time. He had an uncharming way of flattering me which I put down to his age even though he’s only 4 years younger than me. Actually it was my first time with a younger man. It went really well, and had a bdsm element which I really enjoyed. He had a sexy way of biting his lip and knew what he was doing with his slender fingered hands. He started to fall asleep but hadn’t eaten yet. Gave him macaroni cheese which he ate in bed.
Felt like I could fall asleep holding him, which I never normally feel. Stayed like that for a long time but in the end I went to my half of the bed.
Saw Anthea in the morning, dressed in my date clothes again because I didn’t want him to see me in the Emily clothes I normally wear. Had a catch up and my antipsychotics jab, didn’t even feel a scratch. She can see I’m doing really well and so the visits will be every two weeks.
Then brought him toast up to bed. He has minus 8 vision and paced my room for a minute, thinking and joking that he avoids doing pacing in other peoples rooms without his glasses on in case he bumps into something. Put 80s radio on and Easy Lover came on which annoyed me but I was too proud to change the station, so let it play. It was long and annoying in a funny way though. I enjoyed my hook up but I wouldn’t choose that as the music for it!
Shortly afterwards I walked him to the bus stop and waited with him, asking about poker. He thinks it’s not inconceivable that he should win the one million pound prize. He’s been researching on YouTube and has won big competitions in the past. Doesn’t know what he would do with the money, but that doesn’t bother him too much.
The rest of my day has been quiet and reflective. Watched some tele with Alex, divers again and all animal, dark grey green coral found in the depths. They were drilling 40 year cylinders out of some huge coral and getting a long record of what the weather had been like. Using UV light to see white bands on the coral more clearly. One thick white band represented a year of heavy rain though I don’t know why.
Ran the Bonne Maman under the tap to get it open and had a nice jam sandwich, some grapes and a cup of coffee. Support staff Holly visited and had a little chat with her about me and Phillip having broken up. She paused halfway down the stairs to talk some more. ‘Keep swiping!’ she cheerily ended with, which I found funny because of last nights adventure.
But I have been looking on dating sites today. There’s a long haired fellow with a nonsensical profile who I might meet soon. He is funny and talks to cats. Simon, (I’m calling him Simon here) is great but ultimately I’m looking for a boyfriend and I don’t see him being that.
Since then I’ve been writing this blog post. I like the idea of being old and being able to read about my adventures in detail. I sometimes have trouble remembering what I did yesterday, so writing this blog good for keeping my memories safe.
Just received another message from a man who doesn’t want to date me because him finds me physically unattractive and doesn’t want to date a smoker. Felt a little bit weird about that for a while, but feel properly restored now. Not that I need a man to convince me of how I look, but I’ve got in touch with my sexy self again after his attentions.
Also another reason to end this blog post here is Paul Simon came on the radio and I’m thinking that’s an artist I haven’t tried on Smule. Might be fun to try. Glad I’m establishing a routine of waking up earlier.
No sleep over at Emily’s because they all still have colds, and no visit today because she’s out Christmas shopping with Annie. Simon slept under the starry side of the unicorn duvet she gave me. I otherwise use it as an extra blanket for my feet, because I don’t want my life to resemble hers too much. And because it’s so cosy!