It’s been a while since I updated you on my ‘love life’. A couple of months ago I told you about my trials and tribulations of my encounters with T – you can catch up here if you like.

I was about to embark on my third meeting with T after a turbulent first and second date with him, and I must say, the date went swimmingly! We were both relaxed, confident and seemed willing to see where the date took us without playing games with each other.

Early on in the date, we just sipped coffee and shared a piece of cake, but the afternoon flew by and we decided to go to a nice pub down the road for a bit of food and a G&T (well, I had a G&T, he had another coffee as he was driving).

He ordered a shepherds pie and I ordered a goats cheese salad. Food that I didn’t have to eat fast before it got cold, as we seemed to have a lot to talk about.

T was telling me about his work, and a story about one of his colleagues who he plays golf with. I was nodding (pretending that I knew a lot about golf) and mid mouthful of a goats cheese crouton, over the shoulder of T, I caught the eye of a man that I thought I recognised. I made a ‘knowing’ kind of nod to his direction and thought in my head “who is that man, I know him from somewhere, but can’t quite think wh…OH. MY. GOODNESS.”

It was my first crush at school! It had to have been maybe thirty five years since the last time I saw him and boy did he look different, in a handsome, tall and very dashing way! I must admit, for a few moments at least, I had to tear my eyes away from him and concentrate on the task in hand, which was impressing and engaging T on our date!

A couple of hours passed and by the time we finished our desserts, T had to leave. I must admit, I had become a little distracted by my blast from the past, and although I was enjoying T’s company, I did wonder whether my school crush recognised me after all these years. I wondered whether he was married, maybe he was single…! I can imagine this is all sounding very harsh on poor T, but I couldn’t really help thinking about SC (school crush)…

After a very sweet kiss on the cheek from T, and a swapping of mobile numbers later, he was gone – into the night he went. He did offer me a lift home, but I decided to call my friend and have another drink with her as she only lived a few doors away from the pub. And besides, SC was still here…

Now, I know that you want to know what happened that night, but I am running out of time, and you’ll have to come back next time to find out! Let me give you a hint though – he was single and he did remember me! If I liked those emoticon things, I would be writing a winking face right now!

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!

Last month you heard about my second meeting with T, and how I ended up upsetting him thus compelling him to make a swift exit. Read the gory story here.

Well, I did eventually hear back from him, but … he gave me the old heave-ho!

It hurt quite a lot to think that he didn’t want to see me again, and I was frustrated with myself that I had blown it over a few casual questions. People with baggage – we find them everywhere, I have my own family sized set of bursting open suitcases myself. I would have liked to have the chance to listen to his story and help him move on. But I wasn’t given the chance to let our ‘relationship’ go any further.

After a long phone-call to my good friend and a glass of vodka and tonic, I have decided to walk away from the experience with an age old saying in the forefront of my mind – ‘you win some, you lose some’. I lost this one. But I’m too old to dwell on it, so move on I shall.

I’ve decided to get straight back in to the dating pool, and not waste any more time. I have re-written my profile text and refreshed a couple of my pictures so that people could read and see something new about me.

I noticed that in my time off the site and dating T, that DatingAgency.com have launched a new feature called Encounters. Now this looked like my kind of fun! As I was sifting through all the men, clicking a few maybe’s, a few no’s and a lot of yeses (I figured, what did I have to lose) a little message box popped up from someone that wanted to chat to me whilst online.

I hesitated for a moment because I wanted to check whether I looked okay and if I had anything in my teeth. Then I realised that they can’t actually see me, and besides, I have no webcam on my ancient computer!

Feeling bold, I clicked ‘accept’ and there he was. Two seconds passed, and he started firing questions at me left right and centre. I could barely reply before the next question was asked. I wasn’t nearly as fast at typing as he seemed to want me to be! Flustered, I asked him to slow down. He typed back “I’m in a hurry.”

What was I supposed to get from that? He requested to message me, I accepted and he’s in a hurry?! I wasn’t aware that this had turned into online speed dating! With a swift click of the mouse, I got rid of the message box. Back to voting on some potential suitors – in my own time!

I probably clicked ‘yes’ on about twenty men out of fifty. Even if one of those people liked me back, then I’d be on to something. I decided to pop out for a coffee and check my messages when I got back. I was eagerly awaiting Prince Charming in a shining suit of armour to message me and sweep me away for a romantic whirlwind romance, but in reality, I would settle for a kind and caring 5’10” plus man. That’s not really too much to ask is it?

Suitably caffeinated, a couple of hours later I returned to my study, and there they were, winks and messages and my inbox was telling me ‘so and so has looked at your profile’ and ‘so and so want’s to chat’.

Well! I could get used to this attention!

Sifting through my five or six emails in my DatingAgency.com inbox, I did a double-take when I saw that T had messaged me! I felt a little flutter in my stomach as I clicked on the message to read it.

Wait … you don’t think I am going to tell you what it said do you? You’ll have to wait until next time before I divulge!