There were quite a few bad dating experiences in 2015, from the TMI Dutch guys and consolation prize-giving boy from Belgrade to a low maintenance weekend in Stockholm so I’ve resolved to avoid dating in 2016.
The sheikh seems undeterred by the short replies to every 10th message or so that he sends. There have been images of Omani bandoleer belts that he’s asked me to choose from; photos of vegetarian cookery books and one about the petroleum development in Oman; pictures of sunsets, camels and the burning embers of a fire; and even a strange video of a bar joke (in French).
‘How does a 60-something-year-old man with bad hips tell a woman half his age that he wants to buy her a belt? I could learn something from him…’ Craig asked, following my update.
‘Bloody hell, the sheikh sounds like a worse proposition than me,’ Tom said. ‘Oh hang on – he’s probably minted though. Will I ever move up WLG’s league table?’
‘I preferred the sound of his investment banker son until I discovered his parents are first cousins,’ I said.
‘Keep on being WLG,’ Tom laughed.
Trustafarian used to joke that I like my wine like my men: rich and heavy. Post Trustafarian I amended the men/wine comparison to ‘rich and complicated’ (which was followed by a 20-something-year-old phase). Which is probably why I’m enjoying singledom.
Yesterday I made my excuses when someone chatted me up in the street, getting on the first tram that arrived. When I disembarked to change for my correct tram a few stops later I spotted two €20 notes folded on the tram stop bench. No one else was around. It’s a sign, I thought. Avoiding dating is paying off!
