Well they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder... sorry we've been slack. Basically, shortly after the below date, I was briefly seeing someone. He then told me he was going to work a season in Ibiza this summer. That old chestnut ;)
Aaaaanyway, Mr February arranged to meet me for a hot chocolate in a little village pub. This makes me more nervous than a boozy night out, not sure why. Probably because I can't blame any 'Amy-isms' on being pissed.
I got there a bit early so waited for him in the car like a cool person, and he rocked up in a dad-car.
Mr February is very tall, and very good looking. He looks a lot like Steve Jones, this is good, very good. He's a lot better looking than his brother, who I have also dated but anyway, moving on :/
Despite me thinking that I'd played it cool, he tells me that he'd seen me waiting in my car. Fuck.
We had about 3 hours of chit chat over two hot chocolates (steady on), and then I decide to call it a night at the late hour of 9 o clock.
Mr February is really good looking, kind, sweet and funny. But I don't fancy him. Brilliant.
After a facebook stalking sesh, and bumping into him on a night out, I discover why I don't fancy him. His mouth is a funny shape when he talks. And he wears bootleg jeans.
Conversation with my two best friends tonight:
"Come on Amy, you always moan about not finding a nice guy"
"Yeah, one day you might look at him and realise that his cat bum mouth is one of the things you love about him"
Sorry girls.
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