My first Christmas party of the season kicked off last night, some bash in Whitehall (yes, we did walk there via 10 Downing Street and yes, we did sing "Gordon Brown, texture like sun" as we went past) courtesy of the company who handle all our travel bookings at work. Cue 500 staff from different companies spread over 2 rooms, with a free bar and, most importantly, toilets with chaise lounges and separate dressing tables for you to touch up your make up. Schweeet.
Then the lights went down (as did copious amounts of fizzy stuff, deffo not champs, and white wine) and we got down to cheesey Dave's mobile disco until the unearthly time of 11pm. Yes people, 11pm. Hardcore. That's probably a good thing considering the 5 of us from my company had gone to the pub after work to kill time before the thing started, and the only food on offer were meagre canapes which people swooped on like vultures as soon as they emerged.
And after a huge amount of goading, more fizzy stuff and a lot of drunken convincing, I did my own swoop on an unsuspecting male by tapping him on the shoulder, pointing to an old bird dancing nearby and asking "Is she with you?". Oh yeah, I've got all the lines.
What was simply meant to be an exercise in reaffirming to myself that I am still visible to attractive members of the opposite sex (I say attractive, from what I remember he'd caught my eye early on but let's call him the best of a pretty horrendous bunch) has had actual consequences. Namely texts. Two. Both from him. None from me. One to the tune of "Hello gorgeous, did you have a good night" which I ignored (quite rightly) and then an even more unexpected follow up, "wow texting you twice with no reply what a loser!did you have a good night?"
What to do, what to do.
Remembering his name might be a good start.
Finding out his actual age might be another.
Then again, what's the point? I clearly can't be arsed with it.
Number swapping I can handle. Any more than that? Nah. Not yet.
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A beautiful swan dive! 10.0! There's no better way to get back into the game, really.
I think my technique could use some work.
He's already called himself a loser. Therein lies your answer. 10/10 though.
I do applaud you for the line, it's about as good as I've got too (if I was ever actually brave enough to speak to a female!).
oh go on....whats the harm...
:p
There is nothing like a little bit of rebound fun to ease yourself back into the dating game. Especially with it being Christmas and all that.
Good start.
But I'm with Chapati on this. Invite him out. Especially since you don't know his name. See how far you can last in the night before he realises you don't
Ha, two texts with no reply stinks of desperation. Take it from one who stank of desperation for years - keep well away!
I follow the 'invite him out' school of thought. I could only be a laugh. You could call him different names just to see how he reacts. :)
TWO texts stinks of desperation? You're joking, right?
PS : Jo - if you're bored ALREADY, just dont. Ignore this one and see what the next Chrimbo party holds ...
Oh dear, what a loser. Hasn't he heard of boy time?
Well I reckon this is a good (plus relatively harmless) way of getting back into the dating game, if that's what you want. A bit of texting could maybe develop into a bit of banter which could make you smile, you never know. Even if you meet up with him again, it'll be like a first (and possibly last) date, but it's not like you're making a commitment of any sort, just getting out there, seeing what it's like etc.
Of course, you could wait to see what turns up at the next do....
Good luck and above all, have some safe fun! :-)
cynical - re: loser ville, my thoughts exactly. And yes, with lines like that would I pick up anything but a loser?
chapati - Harm for me, entertainment for you. I know your game!
perpetual - But equally christmas ...what better time to be single and carefree!
Robbie - I brainstormed with a friend last night ways I can find out his name without actually asking. The best we could do is call him anything, then see if he corrects.
Rol - 2 texts = flattering, but also a bit too keen. Point taken.
Brennig - Sometimes, I'm not sure if listening to the advice given on this blog is so sensible after all... ;)
M.O.T - Bored is right. So bored I text him back 10 hours later, asked him no questions about himself yet still received a reply. Incredible. Thankfully, all is quiet on that front today...
Emsbabee - Too right. GO AND BE A LAD, YOU HORRIBLE METROSEXUAL!
weenie - I think given that the idea of being with a strange man who I'm not absolutely fancying the pants off makes me generally feel repulsed at the moment...I'm not sure dating is a good idea. No harm in a few texts though, correct...
Does anyone else get instantly put off by the use of the term "hello gorgeous" in a non-jokey way?
SOme say that two texts stink of desperation - I went through a phase of not doing the chasing and having the girls doing the chasing.
I must point out that this was due the fact that I was seen two girls at the same time on a long term basis and as a result I wasn't desperate.
Desperation is not always a bad thing; at least it proves they are not attached and/ or smug....
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