Mad about Saffron: Me, me me

Jun 27 2008 By Saffron Pineger

A week ago, I was out on a third date with a good-looking, intelligent guy. But I nearly went home after an hour.

What stopped me from leaving is was that he was good-looking and intelligent.

But what made me want to leave is that he wasnt asking me anything about myself.

It wasnt that he was self-obsessed. True, most of his stories were all about himself, but that was only to be expected, since he was the one doing all the talking.
I got the impression he was really nervous and trying to fill time, scared of awkward silences.

Of course, I chipped in with my own stories, and asked him things about himself. He listened to me and didnt interrupt, but didnt ask me anything in response.

I think we were both trying to be make the other laugh, but the date felt increasingly awkward. As had been the first two.

So why was I there?

Because hes a kind, considerate, genuine person, who really likes me. And that surprises me, because I really dont think he is in my league hes well above me.

So Im not really sure why I am in his sights. Hes toned, tall, dark-haired, tanned, and absolutely gorgeous, and I didnt think I was in with a chance with him when I plucked up the courage to speak to him the night we met at a pub.

However, my corny chat-up line worked, and he jumped at the chance to talk to me.

Yet from the off, I was surprised at how little he asked me about myself. But he seemed so keen. What choice did I have but to go out with him for a coffee the next day?

Then he asked me out again. And again, and again. He has said hes like to see me regularly. Isnt that what I have wanted for a really long time?