Dear Diary – You want a second chance, do you?

Last month you heard about my trials and tribulations of being chucked by my first and only date in a good few years. Read the wonderfully uplifting story here.

Well, it turns out that T may have had a little change of heart!

Here’s his message (I’m sure he won’t mind me sharing with you!) “I feel I have been a bit hasty. Would you give me a second chance?”

Short…and to the point…I guess.

Part of me wanted to email back straight away and tell him “I forgive you and yes I will give you another chance”. But part of me thought I should be a little cautious. If the man is keen he’ll give me a day or two to decide, surely?!

Nearly 24 hours (not that I counted – okay I did) after T messaged, I composed a message back. It went something like this:

“T, it was somewhat a suprise to hear from you, and I especially didn’t imagine you would ask me to give you a second chance, I thought it was me that blew it. I am willing to give this a go again, but we have to be honest with each other and if I do ask you about your past, it’s because I am interested and genuinely want to know more about you. I have no secrets and would freely offer all details of my past relationships should you really want to know – warts ‘n’ all! So how about meeting for a coffee sometime soon?”

I pressed send swiftly and logged out of my computer for a while.

Two minutes later, I logged back in, and he hadn’t messaged me back yet. I logged off again. I logged in ten minutes later, and there was a message! I am glad he couldn’t see me, I had seemingly turned into a lovestruck teenager waiting for his every move!

His message explained that he was sorry for acting hastily and that he was ready to see where a few more dates would go and that he liked me. HE LIKED ME!!!! Proof, in writing, a man likes me!! And most excitingly, I liked him too! A mutual like – this could actually go somewhere!

We planned a date a few days later and as the time passed I got more and more nervous. Even more nervous than the first date with T – shaky hands nervous! How could this be? I had to busy myself with things to try and take my mind off it. I figured it was because I blew the last date with T and was keen not to do it again. And the fact he confessed his undying love for me (ahem) that I wanted it all to work.

The day of the date swiftly appeared, I picked out my ‘best’ outfit – without help, I was getting good at this – and trotted off to my local coffee shop to meet T. The coffee shop had a big glass frontage so I was able to spot T before I entered. Goodness me, my heart was beating out of my chest, I felt clammy to touch and my face felt flushed. I have actually turned in to a teenager, or I am seriously ill and need to see a Doctor! A Doctor of love perhaps!!

Would you like to hear how the date went? Well you’ll have to tune back in next month!