So I wake up the next morning after not nearly enough sleep feeling a little worse for wear to see I've received a couple of messages from guys I had chatted to online on my way home last night.
Oh dear, it all comes flooding back.
I respond to them with 🙈.
I get a response from one and we chat about last night. Next thing I know we are arranging to meet in a coffee shop at 9.45.
Am I mad, meeting for a coffee date tired and hungover? That's a rhetorical question of course I am.
Oh well. He knows my fragile state. I'm also a little too tired to be nervous so perhaps it's a good time to get the meet up over with.
Fingers crossed ladies he looks like his pictures at least.
Hung over coffee date.
I'm running late. Got stuck on a really important phone call about my daughter.
He's ok with it though.
We get a drink and sit and chat. Another genuinely nice guy with gorgeous eyes.
Like most people including myself he doesn't look quite as good as his pics. He also looks a lot older than 33.
We have a good time though and he is easy to chat too. Right up until he drops me at my car.
That's when I realise I've misplaced my handbag.
Oh no!!! This is what happens when you're feeling fragile.
Back to the coffee shop we go. Thankfully the staff had found it. Phew!! What a relief.
That wasn't the kind of adrenaline rush I was looking for from a date. 🤣