u-g-l-y I really don't have an alibi

So. Guess what? I have a suprise for you and hey, it was a suprise for me too.

Turns out I am judgemental. If you had already picked up on this in my earlier posts then a) you get a prize- please comment on this post to receive said prize and b) why didn't you tell me?! Man I thought I was so PC. So into diversity. So fighting the underdog's corner. So not judgemental...

I succumbed to the lure of another online site and came across a lovely gentleman who unlike the others- you know, the 'hi salm wnt 2chat.intrsted i ur profil' types, was actually able to sustain a conversation. In fact, and I'm just gonna come out and say it- he could keep up with me. *GASP* You arrogant moron!!! No no- just self aware of my borderline ADHD. (Trust me. I'm a catch).

Now, I hadn't put up a profile pic- mostly because I don't want the brothers to gawk over my clear resemblance to angelina jolie. Neither had the lovely gentleman. What am I on now- prospective #5?

We decide to meet. Im sat in a high street chain 'bound to go bust in favour of made-to-order coffee off amazon.com' coffee shop. Twiddling my thumbs. Casually looking over some easy to digest lefty news website, and in walks the only other brown dude in the village. Please don't be him. Please don't be him.

Crap it's him.

On being crude: 8/10 personality. 1/10 me being attracted to him. Communicated for a day after meeting and then it fizzled out. So hopefully the feeling was mutual. Now- my standards, visually, when it comes to men are pretty low. I am a total sucker for the fat balding types. Again, I direct your attention to James Gandolfini. But despite the epic firework display in our conversation he just wasn't fat or bald or gandolfanythini enough for me. Me so clever- see what I did there? ;)

I surprised myself. I never expected to be in a position where I wasn't a fan of da man. I suppose I have an in-built schema that it would always be the other way round. Once again I say: cue tiny tiny violin.