I realise an update on the whole shaking up my life thing is way overdue. Here’s where I am on the stuff I wanted to change. Oh, and you can just presume the drinking wine and eating carbs part of it is taking care of itself.
I’ll whiz through the good stuff as I have the feeling you’re not here for that. I now have my own place. That bit was easier than I thought. Go out, look for an apartment, tell them you want it, hand over your life savings for the deposit and first month’s rent and then pray that somehow you’ll find the rest of the money for the year-long lease. Done! I also signed with a new agent thanks to one of my friends introducing me to his, so that one is hopefully cooking nicely.
Ok, the date. Yep singular. I’ll start with the good. He was funny and chatty and got the English sense of humour, he could even understand me! ‘Sounds great!’ I hear you say. Now for what I think of as the deal-breaker. He had terrible breath. I mean really bad. Not just in a 'maybe he’d had onions on his sandwich for lunch' kind of way (note this man does not eat sandwiches) more in a ‘Hello Clifford*’ halitosis kind of way.
The thing that really surprised me about this was how most people didn’t think it was a big deal. They kept saying, 'Just tell him.’ One of my friends said, ‘What does he look like?' 'A bit like Vin Diesel.' 'Just tell him, he’ll fix it and then you’ll just be dating Vin Diesel.' Other people were saying it was probably because he didn’t eat carbs (I’m not sure he ate anything, he kept inviting me out for dinner, and we would never eat!) or maybe because he had come straight from the gym (yep!) but does it matter why? Isn’t bad breath bad breath?
Anyway, I was talked into going on a second date, and I think it was ok that time, but I really couldn’t get over it. I think it was seared onto the inside of my nostrils. So yes, that’s how that went. I was sure there were other things about him that drove me mad, so I went back through some texts to my friends at the time, but no, that was pretty much it. Oh, he did keep texting me about an ear infection. Apparently, that can give you bad breath. Who knew?!
*not the big red dog, see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrvcFUX3cvs & the like!
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