Springy's online dating
Same goes for constantly going on about how you “don’t do this kind of thing often” or that “this was the result of a drunken bet”.This we all know; we’re all in it together, remember.I got on well with a couple of guys; maybe a wine or two later, I would have been throwing my phone number at them. Since the dawn of nightclubs, people have been using sweaty, shouty rooms full of loud music to try out their best chat up lines and find, well, if not love, then a bit of the other at ten to two in the morning. So, myself and a friend headed to one of the biggest meat markets in town, full of girls dressed for an evening under a lamppost at Forest Road West and blokes who - despite working for some big company, or at least pretending to - appear to have only one brain cell to rub against their seldom-used dicks. We swayed to the music, and tried to look like we wanted to pull.We felt that we were doing the right things and not looking out of place. I still don’t know exactly how you convey that, but I think looking around alluringly is a pretty good way to do it, although I’m pretty sure that I looked as if I was sucking a lemon.We grabbed our coats, ran out into the street, and bolted to the safe haven of a proper pub.So, after two months of trying my hand at ‘pro-active’ dating - and even actually asking a guy on a date, for God’s sake – I’m still single.I’d missed my train home, so was late and was still dressed in my factory outfit, looking like a very camp Santa.
I’d been up since the wee small hours, touring a freezing recovery facility full of used cooking oil in Norfolk (don’t ask).I was going to try my hand on the dating scene, and have a go at a few tried and trusted methods so I could write about them for Left Lion. Signing up to a dating site is scary; I worried that I’d know at least twenty percent of the people on there, Nottingham being the small, intimate place that it is.Luckily, there were only two, one of whom knew what I was up to. Choosing the right username was harder than I thought. Would a pic of me on a night out give out the best signals? Then there’s the profile blurb; I went for some vague waffle about my job, books and films, whereas my friend (who joined me in my online dating foray) just listed one-word answers.But to be honest, after throwing myself into the hellfire of trying to meet someone, I am more than perfectly happy to sit back, sip some wine in my own front room and watch what the hell I want to on Valentine’s Day. If you want to try before you buy, go speed dating.If you want a quick fling, then head on down to a club on a Saturday night.