A strange thing happened to me last night after writing the blog. I was on POF, perusing the profiles, whilst listening to some old 90’s beats and I drifted into a restless sleep. When I awoke, I found this little gem trapped in my skull.
Now, this is a story all about how
My dating life turned into hell
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you why I became the bald and beardy compere
It was through POF where I met this babe
On the phone to her I spent most of my days
Typing out messages’ texting’ all cool
And all while playing Halo on the console
When a couple of texts got me playing like a noob
And started me thinking this is no good
So I asked her nicely, can we go on a date?
She said ‘You’re movin’ in the direction I think is great
I got in my car and headed quickly to hers
The roads winding and bending into a blur
If anything I thought this might be too fast
But I thought ‘Nah, forget it’ – ‘let’s have a blast’
I pulled up to her house about 7 or 8
Knocked on the door, and made sure I looked great
I took her hand, and we went out for our meal
She said during this she loved ABBA a great deal
And suddenly, just like that, she lost her appeal
On a more relevant note, seeing as that’s the reason for this whole blog, a nice young lady has contacted me on Match! We have exchanged a few emails, although trying to get her to talk about herself is very difficult and she lives 240 miles away which is a bit far to go for a date. I’m not sure how this one will turn out but I will keep you posted.