So what does Donna tell us about first? In her first post, Donna talks ages. Donna is early 30’s (and no I am not at all jealous of her. Those who are not regular readers, I was dragged kicking and screaming into my 40’s a few weeks ago and didn’t shut up winging about it) so dating someone who is 10 years younger and another who is a lot older is quiet a swing on the age pendulum. I don’t want to spoil too much of her post so you can mosey on over there and have a read, but I will say she does talk about the difference in ages which effects their suitability.
I confess that one of the reasons I am watching Donna’s blog on eHarmony so closely is that I have dabbled in online dating. I always made sure I was safe and had two friends who were also testing the online waters. We always knew where each other was and with who. I also had a lodger at the time that was like a big brother to me. There was one dating incident that caused great amusement.
I had seen a profile online that had sparked my interest. After many emails back and forth a dinner date was set up. The evening of the date both my friends were busy. Knowing I couldn’t go on a date with a complete stranger with out any one knowing where I was I asked my lodger if he would stand in for my friends. He cautiously agreed asking what it entailed. I assured him it was nothing like a spy mission but just to text me at a certain time in case I needed to escape and to check all was ok. I told him where I was going and who the date was with.
So my date begins, he is charming, witty and manners to boot. We move from the bar were in to the restaurant down the road. Everything is going brilliantly. Well it is for me in the restaurant, at home my lodger has text me and I haven’t replied. He keeps checking his phone and texts me again. I still don’t reply. He texts my two friends as I never went through what to do if I don’t reply. My friends being good friend’s that they are, panic and drop everything to rendezvous with my lodger. Back at the restaurant were on dessert and still going well. I quietly check my phone for my safety text and to reply that all is well. To my horror there is no signal. I make a dash for the loo in hope they have signal in there. They don’t. I return to the table and decide it’s just best to explain I need to walk up the road to get signal. When I return to the table and start to explain my predicament we are interrupted, the whole restaurant is interrupted, by three musketeers bursting in to rescue me.
It’s nice to know that if ever I was in trouble I have three good friends to rescue me. The date? The poor chap did see the funny side and a second date did occur but i think that was out of sympathy and no more happened after that.