Date 16: Pizza After Hours Part 2
We left off date 15 with me suggesting that Paula and I went to bed. This was of course me alluding to the fact that it was the end of the date. After all, I wouldn’t dream of cutting you lot off part way though a date now would I? Well, I certainly wouldn’t after the amount of “ooooomg what happened next??!” dm’s I got on twitter!
First off, you lot are a very presumptuous bunch! This was particularly interesting a mere week after so many of you nominated me for a Nobel prize when I cut The Brazilian loose. I could easily have kept Lucy in the fun time category and fooled around until a more datable girl came along. However, that’s not really my style. I also would probably have to deal with herds of women accusing me being a f#ckboy before sending each other e-hugs and arranging solidarity brunches. Now if you think I used the term ‘herd’ by chance, you would be very mistaken. I was referring to a very specific group of women who are best described in this video so eloquently narrated by Sir David Attenborough. Anyway….as fun as that would be, I didn’t go there, yet you were nearly all very presumptuous when it came to Paula!
So what actually happened next? Well, the answer is not a lot. It really was the end of the date! I got into bed, Paula stripped and got into bed. We kissed for a while and then I rolled onto my back, Paula snuggled into me and we went to sleep. I quickly dozed off, content with a belly full of pizza and wine and the knowledge that my spidey senses had not misguided me. If you aren’t focused right now, that means that enhancements had indeed been made (and shame on you).
When we woke up, I can neither confirm nor deny the accusations that we fooled around a bit. However, I can absolutely confirm that we did not play hide the sausage. You masses of presumptuous folk ought to be ashamed of yourselves! I know that I am an international man of mystery and all that jazz, but come on, I even mentioned in the last date that it is quite common for good dates to end back in bed together but nothing usually happens! This date was no different. Unfortunately there was no breakfast in bed, or any breakfast for that matter. Sausages would have been nice come to think about it. Paula made me coffee and that was about it. She dropped me home after we snoozed for probably too long.
Paula and I were texting quite a lot over the next few days and opted to hang out again. We decided to order a takeaway and watch some netflix. No, this was not a ‘netflix and chill’ plan! We ordered a chinese as soon as I arrived, let me tell you women are not good for my diet. It took us forever to find something to watch but we ended up starting season one of Power. I had already seen it all, but it’s very good so I was happy to watch it again. We were intertwined on the couch and churned though a good number of episodes.
The company was good, there was plenty of chit-chat in and amongst episodes. It is the kind of activity where it is hard for the date to go badly. I would have to make some unwelcome advances to muck up this kind of date, but I don’t think they would have been unwelcome anyway! It all felt quite natural to me, but at the same time, something didn’t quite sit right with me.
When it came to bed time, being sober Paula was a lot less brave and we somewhat re-enacted the previous dates ending. In the morning, again no breakfast was forthcoming. I found this rather upsetting. This time I had the car and drove myself home.
At this point, I had a few various thoughts going through my head. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do next. Perhaps it wasn’t the right second date option.
Do you think it was too early for a netflix and chill date?