THE DATING PROJECT #16. PLAN B
A week is a long time in the world of internet dating, long enough for Lou Lou to meet a new man who has her weak at the knees.
But Eloise’s hot date from last week looks like he’s going to smother all life out of their budding romance. Never fear, she has Plan B firmly in hand with a date with Man #2 set for next week.
Astrid is resurfacing and plans to be back in action soon.
We’re advising her to try the male shotgun approach, sending out a spray of kisses in the hope that some reach the right targets. That way she’s bound to have some positive responses – far better than sending out one or two and just wishing and hoping that the men respond. She’s also promised to spend time searching for men who haven’t been active in the few weeks. Males listed as currently active are often being swamped with attention. So it’s better to look for men who have dropped below women’s radar a little, so the competition isn’t quite so tough.
Wish her luck. It certainly isn’t easy picking through the smorgasbord of men, particularly when so many have such very odd photos.
I’ve been pondering recently on why many older men seem to favour travel shots. You find yourself peering at a teeny, tiny figure of a man posed next to a very large Egyptian pyramid. Or trying to make out features hidden behind the sunglasses of the safari-suited visitor to the Tanzanian game park. Maybe they are keen to be seen as sophisticated men of the world?
Then it occurred to me that it probably speaks to the limited social network of many men, who may not have anyone to take photos of them in their normal lives, whilst there’s always a fellow tourist willing to take happy snaps on a vacation. Make sense, Rob?
By the way, we love our readers buying into some of these discussions. It is always interesting to hear what you all have to say about the quirks which emerge each week in the dating adventures.
Now here’s our surprisingly flustered Lou Lou:
Oh, hello… who are you?? No seriously. Where has the cool, sassy, sashaying Lou Lou gone? She seems to be replaced by this flustered, scatty flibbertigibbet. Let’s call her Franny Flibbertigibbet. (Alright I must stop speaking in the third person because when other people do, it ticks me off.)
So what’s going on, I hear you ask? Man #10 that’s what. It’s like he’s somehow cleverly found the way to remove the ‘cool chip’ from my motherboard.
On our first date, I go from a sashay to an over-strut as I walk over to say hello. He is hot.
And my body is compensating for the desire to stop and have a moment: Wow, this is finally happening, a guy I actually fancy!!
My mouth seems to be following the example of my over-strutting, enthusiastic hips. I can’t seem to get the words out. And when I do, I tell him ridiculously unimpressive things. What guy wants to know I’ve only ever had two successful, long-term relationships??
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