Bobbi the hairdresser. I cut him short. Into a bob.
When you aren’t looking for men, I think it’s like a drug for them. They can smell it, they sense your vibe from miles away and they see it as a challenge that they choose to accept even though you haven’t even offered it up on a plate. And when you are a girl who isn’t looking for anything serious, it can be quite fun. Maybe that’s because I remembered how to flirt. I was a little rusty after all.
The First Social Gathering of the Year
So my first social gathering of the year didn’t happen until March 2018. I did go out for Galantine’s, (single girls celebrating Valentines day = Galentines) but there are obviously no men out looking to pull girls on Valentines, which is odd I guess. Announcement to the men out there: major opportunity to pick up some gorgeous single girls celebrating being single in the Oasis. Galentines. I just danced my socks off that night. Beyoncé was back in the house and I couldn't careless. Ok so maybe some men approached but it was a freeing independent evening for me. I was mending a broken heart.
Anyway, back to the first social gathering of the year, it was a Friday, my usual girl group plus their plus ones and a few stragglers. One straggler being Robert, known as Bobbi to the boys and he insisted I called him Robert because he thought Bobbi was a hair dressers name. No offence to any male hair dressers called Bobbi.
Major flirt and branded a serial dater. I mean red flag right there but he was very handsome, beautiful smile and I’m not going to lie, I liked the attention (insert female emoji shrugging). Our mutual friend said Bobbi had no banter but I found this the opposite, he very much had banter. We just clicked.
Bobbi went home early that night, took my number and text me the following day and the Sunday. We work Sundays by the way. Sunday to Thursday. Don’t ask. And on the Sunday he asked me on a date. Now prior to this encounter I had read ‘Why Men Love Bitches’ by Sherry Argov, from doormat to dream girl; and whilst I had no plans other than HIIT classes in the evenings during the week and a busy social weekend (yes I was back on the social itinerary – announcement to all: include Holly from now onwards). I told Bobbi I wasn't free until the following Monday, making him wait 7 whole days before he could see me again. Now as a doormat, I’d have cancelled going to circuits one night to make it work but I just didn’t see why I had to do that. Not anymore.
We text all day every day, the banter was good and I kinda fancied him which wasn’t actually allowed because I didn’t want a relationship PLUS he had just broken off an engagement because he didn’t want kids. Long story short – I want kids.
I would say our date was probably one of the best I’d had.
Ok, it was the first date I had ever had where I wasn’t already in the relationship with the guy. He took me to a fancy bar that I had actually only been to once before for my birthday and had tainted memories. Narc – that is all. Bobbi removed that connection immediately. Wine was flowing and we started with dessert = winner! The conversation was great and at the end of the night, as he was politely placing me into my Uber, he went to kiss my cheek and I hesitated, wondering if he was going to kiss me. He didn’t. I was surprised because it had been a perfect evening. In fact, I thought it very gentlemanly of him not to assume for a kiss. Chivalry is not dead people! When being chauffeured away, I received a text telling me what a nice evening he had had and what beautiful eyes I had.
Obviously there was going to be a second date…
There wasn’t. A few days later before we even planned a second date, Bobbi lost his job which as you can imagine is stressful but being in a foreign country when you residing in it depends on you having a job with a visa, is even more stressful. He apologised and explained that he needed to get his shit together and wouldn’t be able to pursue anything further. I was bummed.
Dodged a Bullet
Absolute blessing in disguise. As you know I didn't want anything further anyways. The guy doesn't want kids. Now he’s been seeing some chick whose dying (literally) and he’s sleeping around “apparently”.
Oh, he got a new job and all is well in the world of Bobbi. We don’t text but I’ve seen him at events every now and then. Occasions include my birthday which I did a boat party and he asked out my friend on a date. I thought that was weird, she didn't.
Out of the blue this summer, he messaged me, asking if he was seeing things or was my hair purple?
1. He was referring to my Whatsapp profile picture to which, yes, my hair was purple
and
2. What the hell? Where did he come from?
I responded with the polite version of why the fuck have you text me at 8am on a Sunday morning (first day of the week remember?), with ‘hello stranger’. He continued to tell me how nice my pins were and I responded asking how his relationship was going. Well that ended that conversation (purposefully).
He has since messaged me during an evening out with James. A cinema friend date. Nothing more. But Bobbi had messaged “alright to go on dates with James but not me, eh?” Winky face. And then “looking good in that profile pic btw”. FYI Purple hair was out and Pink was in. I didn’t respond. Another man searching for validation clearly. Lesson: those are the ones to avoid girlies.
Let’s just say Bobbi was cut short… into a Bob. That’s meant to be a hairdresser joke. In case you didn’t get it.
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