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| LadyEmmaCavendish |
Last night's weblog obviously caused a stir. We had a good chat and I feel much more positive.
I'm on holiday this week and I'm looking forward to having some time to myself to catch up on all the things I've been putting off for some time.
On Tuesday I was approached by a guy who was admiring my bottom, while walking into work. He seemed a nice guy and for his cheeky chat up I agreed to go for a drink with him tonight. (My intention was only a drink, to get to know him.)
We met close to work and he took me in his car to a bar nearby. I was very wary of getting in a car with someone I didn't know, but did it anyway. He seemed a decent kind of guy and made flattering comments towards me. He spoke about possibly going for a bite to eat, to which I agreed. I felt it appropriate to state at that point that I didn't want to pursue the evening any further than drinks / a bite to eat. We chatted some more and then he hinted at us saying our farewells for the evening. Aren't men so fickle sometimes when they can't get what they want? Ah well, I won't be meeting him again.
