Stella and I were having one of our loll-about-on-the-conservatory-sofas kind of conversations a short while ago. It seems that a guy she'd been chatting to, a fireman no less (yeah, I know... all the predictable jokes about hoses etc. yawn…), and had almost had a date with – she turned up, he didn’t – had got back in touch with her. After the non-date, he had barely apologised, and so she rapidly called it a day.
And here he and his hose were again. Not surprisingly she asked him what it was he wanted in a not over-welcoming tone, and he was clearly taken aback that she wasn’t fawning over him. He asked her if she’d been on any dates since speaking to him. She told him in a very matter-of-fact fashion that she’d been on six.
“Six?” he said. “Six?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Oh,” he said.
It appears that his tone was one of disappointed surprise, crest-fallen almost.
Could somebody please tell me why a man who has messed somebody about, stood someone up, and then only got in touch two weeks later imagines that a gorgeous woman like Stella would hang about waiting for his gracious call?
Sheesh! You gotta wonder about the emotional intelligence, haven’t you?