In a year of many firsts, we have yet another, it seems. In my 36 years of dating (hateful word, but we English don't really have a neat native expression; and I'm taking as my starting point that first awful date in Ealing when I was 14 and those espadrilles ate my feet alive) I have never, ever been stood up. I have tonight.
A chap I saw a couple of weeks ago seemed quite nice. There was no immediate spark but I thought it worth giving another shot because sometimes you don't know. Allegedly. Although according to some experts on Facebook you do.
We arranged to meet for dinner tonight, this time on my manor. Early in the day he texted to say he might be a little later than planned, due to an unexpected meeting. And he texted again just before 10pm to apologise for standing me up. I have not, and will not, respond. There is absolutely no excuse for such behaviour. I'm wondering if my Dating Website profile has some coded message which you only see when you view the internet backwards: "All cunts apply within".
That Noel Edmonds believes in Cosmic Ordering. Can I just say that the Universe is not listening properly to me. I may be driven to standing in the street shouting at the sky. Yeah, that will work.