The Phone Call

Well I did it. I finally plucked up the courage to ring the mystery person as prompted by the mutal friend of my mother and we arranged to meet.

Never the less, even though I’ve heard very little from my Match.com pal, with only a fleeting MSN conversion that lasted a mere two minutes the other day, I did feel some kind of guilt for “cheating” on both people. Still, it’s not as if I appear to be going anywhere fast (if at all) with my Match.com friend so I guess I shouldn’t be too concerned.

Anyway, she sounds very nice and we had a brief chat (I didn’t want to talk for too long so we’d have plenty to talk about when we met) and we arranged to meet up next week after work. We swapped mobile numbers and will contact each other early next week – which is a good job really because I forgot to ask what time she wanted to meet up!

I’m actually really looking forward to meeting her (I hope she feels the same way!) as neither of us will have any idea what the other looks like. At least that way there can be no preconceptions on looks and we are simply relying on the personality revealed on the phone, plus there’s whatever has been said by our “friend”.

So there you go, a blind date that even Cilla Black would be proud of. I just hope it goes better than my only ever other blind date where the girl in question had more facial hair than Richard Branson.