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johnny9fingers ([personal profile] johnny9fingers) wrote2008-03-20 10:09 am
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It turned into a proper first date.
She bought me supper. We argued about the bill and she browbeat me....uncertain of how to take that.
Also she isn't too keen on having poetry quoted at her....doesn't know her Shakespeare that well and has a distinct dislike to being called "m'dear" which is alas one of my default usages.
She is very clever (whew, some relief there then) and v. cute.
She also thinks I'm too posh. Tried to disabuse her: "it's just my voice" didn't really convince.

The Pub was too loud, and I was still slightly hearing impaired after the flight back from Nice. 

Escorted her to London Bridge Railway station where she took the train. I took the tube back to Balham and overland from there. When I got out of the underground I found I had a txt message on my mobile:

"tks for fun evening. Can't believe I spent at least 5 mins queuing for a ticket and could have got a free ride! Give me a bell if u feel like getting out of the bath and need more than a book for company....I might turn up. S."

I think that probably counts as a win. Will txt her back today, without bath related comments. I wish I'd never mentioned the two-novel-bath as proof of sybaritic tendencies. I wonder if company extends to.....shall speculate no longer.

Also got another txt message almost simultaneously from Em, which was much ruder. And if you're reading this Em, the answer is no. I do understand how first dates go. I am a gentleman. I am no longer the young man for whom women were prepared to do that sort of thing on a first date, really. Just because you don't mess about, doesn't mean the rest of the female population are as....practical as you.
 

[identity profile] johnny9fingers.livejournal.com 2008-03-20 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
We didn't really argue, she kept me to my best behaviour. Wouldn't let me look over the top of my glasses at her. Stopped my yawning twice (we were drinking my dear....and am still q. unused to the different soporific qualities from my habitual soporific.)
I think the word is 'Stern'.
She has some Adore Belle Dearheart like characteristics, which slay me every time.....Also, she's an occasional smoker, and I deem this is someone I could snog fairly seriously without being self-conscious of always smelling or tasting of the ashtray.
I cannot live without wit: she has it in spades. Perhaps I'm smit in a small way, but I haven't really been smit since '01.....subsequent smits have all not quite shaken my world to the same extent (thank the gods). The coup de foudre that destroyed my social life and left me adulterer rather damaged me in my essence too: and let's face it, I no longer know that woman, nor am I any more emotionally attached to her in any way. There have been subsequent ex's, all of whom I've cared for without that awful desperation of Clodia.

Anyway, back to comely lawyer with wit and charm....I did txt her back....but couldn't resist making a slightly off-key joke....no doubt that will end any interest on her part. We'll see.

[identity profile] cbertsch.livejournal.com 2008-03-20 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
You have to try early to see what the bounds of communication are. Off-key is better probed in the beginning, I'd warrant.

I've never been a smoker. In fact, it troubles me to be around smoke, especially of the tobacco variety. But I actually have fond memories of snogging smokers.