So where did I leave off?
Oh yes I was about to have a date with London’s answer to Mr Big, my American stranger from the train. He’d asked me to decide on where to meet for lunch as he claimed to be unfamiliar with the area – it turns out he’s only been in the country about 6 months.
We meet just near the restaurant and head upstairs, I’ve dressed in an extremely clingy but still somewhat professional looking dress. It’s so tight I’ve had to deny myself any form of carbs for the past 48 hours, in fact I’ve had to avoid even thinking of carbs in case that shows up in this dress too. So not wanting to waste the opportunity, I ensure that I walk in front of him up the stairs, removing my long coat as I do so.
It has the desired effect as when I turn around at the top I can see his eyes quickly come back up to face level. He’s dressed very much as he was when I met him, sharp business suit and shiny shoes. I then notice the shirt – checkered but with his initials embroidered into the cuffs.
It’s only because he’s a Yank that I can forgive him this fashion misdemeanor – on a fellow Brit I would be mercilessly tearing him apart (unless he was a toff – they can’t be blamed as such, on the basis that they’re usually public/boarding school educated and have had their initials hand-embroidered into their nappies and every other item of clothing since birth).
But back to the date.
Conversation flows easily and I get over my initial nerves – I was actually pretty terrified of this date as I’d managed to build him up into some amazing international, super-intelligent jet-setter in my head, and couldn’t think for the life of me how I was going to hold my own for an hour in his company.
It turns out he does do a fair bit of international travel with his job, travelling to Asia, South America and the USA visiting his company’s local offices there. And he’s also pretty intelligent from what I can gather too. So it seems I’m not far off the mark, but he has an easy manner and seems to be genuinely interested in me too.
So what else did I find out?
Well he’s in his 40s, studied at Harvard, half Italian half Caribbean, oh and has a wife and two kids.
DANMIT!!! I should’ve known it was too good to be true.
He tells me that he’s in the midst of separating from his wife which he says is further complicated because of visa issues. Ok I think, he could be telling the truth, but best to approach this whole situation with extreme caution. Heck, I’m not so wet behind the dating ears not to know that a lot of guys will say whatever comes into their heads if they think it’ll help ’em get laid.
So we end our lunch with him saying that he really wants to see me again but will understand if I’d rather not…. So I’m now stuck with a dilemma, whether to give him the benefit of the doubt or not.
Actually, for a change I’ll ask you… What do you think, would you believe him?