Not the best of starts.
There I am outside the cafe I thought we were meeting at… Wrong cafe.
I didnt know this till i went for a walk, get a message from her and shes at a pub across town.
Get there only a few minutes late.
Holy moly she’s cuter than her pic.
Oh shit 😦 (eyes roll up to the sky when she cant see me) she’s cuter than her pic.
I was leading the conversation but I could tell she wasnt at ease. Eventually she told me she was nervous.
We chatted, had a soft drink and there were a few moment when she seemed to come out of her shell. Just a few but by this time I was sensing the inevitable.
After about 45 minutes I could see her absent mindely peeling skin away from her fingers (fidgeting). Changed the tempo after an accidental joke about kids getting pregnant at a VW car festival. Whatever small chance I did have went with that one comment.
After a hour we both said it’s time to go, a slow and stiled awkward back to the car park from her as if to say what do I do now
Final words. I’ll be in touch.
I don’t think my I’m a secret millionaire line was believeable…