Last week I emailed “the date” to say, “ok, you said to email when I’m next coming down to London — well that should be 8th and 9th; will let you confirm for sure closer to the time”.
Thursday I finally managed to sort out all the details of when I was going, where I was staying, etc, so I emailed her, “Saturday 11am till Sunday 5pm; here’s a few ideas of places we could go, things we could do; here’s my number because I’ll be email-less; get in touch!”
This user is not compatible with Internet dating. He is like that really cool game you bought ages ago - the one that won’t install or play properly on your new Windows Vista laptop. Meeting him will be like that moment when, having brought your GHDs to America, you realised that the reason they weren’t heating up was because that continent operates on a different voltage to Europe.
