Tall, Dark and Handsome. My first crush post Voldemort.

Why I think I finally have a crush

Dear Future Self,

A single good date does not constitute a marriage in the works, so keep calm and keep your pants on at all times.

And for heavens sake, please don’t ruin this by being.. well, you.

I’d really appreciate your co-operation on this one


So, here it is; the Valentines date.

We struggled to work out a good time to see a movie due to both working later than expected, and that conversation somehow ended in him suggesting we just hang out at my place.

Cue me: *panic*



Why I have to buy a new razor before Friday.

Dear Future Self,

You probably should put in a bit of effort for this one.

You know, like give the man a treat and shave your legs or something.


The guy I’ve been dating has been overseas and got back some time last week and has been trying to organise time to hang out.

Before he left, we’d been trying to get together for our third date (wink, nudge) but perhaps consequent of my general disinterest in anyone who wasn’t my ex, neither of us were able to match schedules.  Despite my +24 hour response text response times he suggested he’d like to catch up on his return. Vaguely remembering how hot he’d look in a suit if we got married, I agreed.


Why I’m just not that into him

Dear Future Self,

If all you have to say to your friends about the new tall, handsome, funny guy you’ve been dating is;

He’s really nice

Chances are, you’re just not that into him

I’d say dont beat yourself up about it… but I wouldn’t mean it


One night during the drunken haze that has been Saturday nights since ‘the breakup’, I was approached by a guy who I would – without hesitation – describe as entirely out of my league.I was waiting at the bar on my own, he wandered over to me from across the room, paid me a polite compliment, and walked away.

Now in my experience, a completely random compliment from a dead sexy man is usually caused by a game of truth or dare, or desperation of a sexual nature.

To cut a long story short, he and I ended up kissing. No sleezy dancefloor boners, no inappropriate groping. Okay.
He asked for my number as he left. No sleazy ‘come over’ message. Okay.
At this point it would be safe to say I had determined that he found me repulsive and was trying to be polite by taking my number.  Wrong. He text me the following day, did the whole ‘get to know you’ bit and since then we’ve been on a few dates. They’ve been great. He loves to travel, has his own house, plays sport, great conversations, laughs at my jokes and agrees that if you need to save money, watching a toddlers and tiaras marathon instead of going out is a totally viable option for a Saturday night. He insists on picking me up for dates and paying for everything. He hasnt tried to get into my pants, isn’t overly clingy or sappy but doesn’t hesitate to send a cute text occasionally.
Complete dreamboat.
And he’s interested in me.

So whats the catch?

Totally not into him.

Brain, you have outdone yourself on this one.