Just as I was starting to feel guilty that my lack-lustre e-mail to Mr Long Replyer had offended him to the extent that he was scared off completely I received another lengthy epistle...
It's at least five paragraphs long, although I've not read it properly. I saw its length and promptly gave up on reading it! (It should be noted that at the time I was in a an extreme state of tiredness following a weekend away, I wasn't simply being flighty.) The thing is, his last e-mail - entitled 'knock, knock' and querying why I'd not replied to his first post-date communication - was rather intense in terms of content. Apparently if he had my number he'd have phoned by now. It's all getting a bit much and I'm even less inclined to go for a second date than I was initially.
Also, and this says a lot for the way my mind works, I've taken against him because (despite not reading it properly) I noticed that four of the five paragraphs within his e-mail began with the word 'so'. Clearly my dating choices are now being governed by good grammar as well as my heart...
In other news, I'm becoming less attracted to eHarmony owing to the number of 'flexible matches' it's sent me in recent days. These are men who don't quite meet my criteria - usually because they're above 35 or live outside London. I can be flexible to the extent of Reading, Oxford or Brighton, but not Rotherham or Londonderry! It does make me wonder if after the initial flurry of good matches, this is all the computer has left for me and thus I'm still in a quandary as to whether hand over any cash to them if this is the quality of match I can expect.
Oh, and they matched me with a guy who played in a bugle band. I know I said I like music, but I'm not sure a bugle band qualifies!
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