This one fine fella was ambitious, hilarious and a pretty good cook, so naturally I thought I was quids in! After sifting through a lot of shit on My Single Friend.com I 'd finally met someone who hadn't lied about his height, informed me of all his latest shags or needed bib to eat.
Four weeks in things seem to be going some where; well I mean I'd gotten over the two date hurdle, which was a miracle in its self. So he makes me a mix tape (well a cd actually) and I meet his nearest and dearest, and of course know the colour of his bed spread....but it wasn't meant to be, because this type of courting has an expiry date.
Expiry dating is common amongst the Traveller Type, often not wanting to get too attach when they only have a visiting visa; finding love often doesn't seem to rank too high on the European expedition.
Of course I knew his visa was running out and I wasn't looking to receive a rock, but I suppose by him ending things (over email) only suggests that 'he's just not that into me.' Now this is fine, because he wasn't my ultimate dream boat either, but it always feels like a bit of a kick in the teeth when they get there first... especially over email.
So what have I learnt; a few tunes, a four course meal and weekday sleep-overs do not a relationship make.
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