Oh internet dating... we meet for wine and dessert. You're attractive, have a job, have things to talk about but no spark. Nothing making me want a second date. We say our goodbyes, say the "I had fun, thank you." And off to our separate homes we go. Four days later, you send the text, "When can I see you again?" I tell you although it was nice to meet you, there was no spark, so no second date.
I guess this triggered your freak out? The "fuck you" and "led me on" was a bit harsh, eh? Stop being a lunatic. It was two hours of wine and we split a brownie. I'm glad you never knew my last name or where I live. You're a psycho. Stop it.
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