Intrigued as to why I was so inquisitive about his line of work, which is usually the last topic of conversation anyone wants to discuss...he started fishing himself...and I started to squirm. #girlcantlie
After much probing I brushed over it admitting I had a blog- about fitness. I was pretty confident he would never find it because 1. it didn't actually exist, 2. it wasn't in any way linked to my name, 3. we weren't friends on Facebook.
Needless to say the next morning I received a message that he was dedicating his day in pursuit of my blog. Great. I wished him good luck and went back to my bus journey.
I am going to say it was no longer than 5 minutes before I received the following:
Yes....he definitely was. Crap. He wasn't a geek, he was a genius and there was absolutely nothing I could do from the upper deck of the number 14. My mind went blank but I started mentally sifting through my blog - I was pretty sure I hadn't given him any bad press?
I burst into the office and immediately logged on to re-read what number 5 was undoubtedly already reading. Even if it wasn't bad press, he was about to get to know me on a whole different level.......It is safe to say I had had a shocker.
All credit to the guy he took it relatively well but obviously there was a few questions that had to be answered and I think he wished he had rather not read it.
Now he knew about it what on earth was I going to do? My dating career had been scuppered because he would now have access to my every move. A decision had to be made...it was game over for my blog...or for him. I really had out done myself this time as I was actually enjoying dating him, it had been a lot of fun.
I racked my brains how I could make the best out of a bad situation and for those of you who know me, I often push my luck...so there was only one thing for it...I had to ask him to give you his version of Thorpe Park...and he agreed.
Post event when I informed him the reason for my disappearing was due to Cystitis, he admitted that he had to google it as could only assume I had just told him I had an STD. I was pretty confident his version of events would make a good read.
I’m 30 years old, it’s the wrong side of 8.00am on a Sunday morning, and my alarm is going off.