A few of you have been asking if I texted Marie. To those people I say the following: she let me taste her fishcake on our first date - of course I texted her.
Plus, she's a doctor, so even if I didn't get a second date, we'd probably end up friends and I'd be able to quiz her on all my little ailments (small nipples, Mildred's depression).
Here's how the text conversation went:
Me - 10:51am: Hey you, just got on train. Had a really nice time last night. Hope we can do it again sometime xx
Marie - 5:56pm: Hey, feel really embarrassed about last night! Like I said, the drink got the better of me! x
Me - 6:02pm: Oh well - I don't think worse of you. Maybe we could do something at the weekend? xx
Marie - 7:45pm: I think worse of myself! x
Me - 8:07pm: Shall I take that as a no about the weekend? xx
Marie - 11:03pm: We'll see. Just need to sort my head out. Sorry x
Two days later
Me - 7:36pm: Will you go on a second date with me if I promise not to share my battered sausage? xx
Marie - 7:46pm: You do make me laugh. Can't do this weekend - am looking after my nephew x
Another four days later
Me - 5:41pm: Hey you, how was your weekend then? xx
Marie - 6:57pm: Weekend good but messy! What's new? x
Me - 7:08pm: Nephew do another painting, did he? xx
Marie - 8:08pm: Nah, my sister changed her plans so didn't end up having him. Went out with the girls instead lol x
Me - 8:16pm: Oh right. Up for hooking up Friday or Saturday then? xx
Another three days later
Me - 9:12am: I take it we're not going on a second date then? xx
One week later
Me - 3:13pm: What's the best way to deal with athlete's foot?