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Should men pay for everything on a date?

Should men pay for everything on a date?

I was talking to a friend online, who basically told me she expected the man to pay for all the dates. Her reasoning? That was apparently the role of a man – to pay for dinner etc., be “the man” outside, and that was just how she was raised. In return, she’d buy fine wines etc. and entertain at home …

I can’t quite begin to quite comprehend this state of affairs – on the very few dates I’ve had, I’ve paid for one, she’s paid for another date etc. — not quite equal but equal enough. Then again, I patently haven’t had many dates…

What do you think?

Going to a Cardiff singles group

Going to a Cardiff singles group

Basically went to a Cardiff singles group meeting.

Which was a meeting from hell, essentially because it was just literally full of the Barbara Windsor-type of women that don’t do much for me.

The worst part, was the men – to a man, generally filthy, incredibly old – and I’ve never felt so out of place in my life. Especially since the rest of the crowd in the pub were the usual young-thin-probably dead-end-jobs type.

Living in Cardiff is making me snootier and snootier…

Call your date or play on a PlayStation?

Call your date or play on a PlayStation?

Update: Emma “called”. Well, she texted to say that she was knackered and stuff, and that she might call later. But then she was playing Playstation dancemat. So why did she text me instead of calling? Hrm…

Back from Crete…

Back from Crete…

Got back from my first beach holiday in Crete. It wasn’t as bad as I expected, but it wasn’t a dream come true either.

On the plus side, I met some great new people. It was like being back at University in Freshers Week, except I did it right this time. Relaxing at the beach – or rather relaxing in the shade by the pool – was a great new thing, just relaxing and reading or even chatting to others in the group. The sightseeing trips were (for the most part) fun. So on that front it was a good holiday.

I even got a romantic moonlight snog. Unfortunately, we were both rather drunk, and she promptly had an allergic reaction to something, her face swelled and she disappeared and hid in her room for two days.

There was another woman who kept trying to entice me. Unfortunately, said woman was about as alluring as Barbara Windsor – and looked liked her as well. Hell, that’s what I told her when I first saw her in a drunken splutter, and she still tried seducing me. It turned out that she was mother to two kids, on benefits, and had to take out a personal loan to go on holiday, where presumably she *really* wanted to find a new boyfriend.

Only I could go on a singles holiday with 18 women, 12 men (two of which made me look like a social butterfly and hence were out of the equation) and fail to get anywhere. Although I’m quetly chatting up Emma…

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