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Mr. Normal and Mr. Bump snuggling each other

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Question of the day

Why do we mourn relationships that never even happened? I'm finding myself doing this when thinking about Bristol Man. He seemed so lovely, normal, friendly, interesting and, well, perfect that I could've even overlooked a third arm! I'd have found good use for that perfect third arm.

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The perfect goodbye

I decided to end the tumbleweed situation with Bristol Man (aka Mr Normal/Perfect) with an honest message about where I think we’re going - or not. I explained that, as much as I’d wanted to meet him, I don’t believe we’re really going anywhere in terms of building any momentum, adding that it’s most likely due to location and busyness. I ended that he seems really nice and I wanted to wish him well rather than have a tumbleweed situation.

His response has made me want to meet him more - he thanked me, agreed with me, saying that he’d wanted to meet me too, and he wished me all the best.

The perfect goodbye to something that never happened. I wouldn’t expect anything less from Mr Perfect…

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Out of my court

It’s been over two weeks since I last heard from Bristol Man (aka Mr Normal/Perfect) having left the ball firmly in his court. When he last texted, he still seemed very interested to meet, explaining he had to postpone due to an important job interview plus moving house, but would definitely be in touch again when less busy to arrange a date.

Things aren’t looking good. I know I should just leave it, and yet I want to get that ball back across to my side of the court; I’ve never been good at waiting.

*trying really hard not to text him right now*

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The cost of a date

I’m starting to think that Mr Normal/Perfect and I aren’t a great match as we’re both so busy.

We were supposed to meet this weekend - he cancelled (for seemingly valid reasons) but said he’d still really like to meet, however it might not be for another couple of weeks. I don’t have a free weekend until almost July. He lives in Bristol.

I still think he seems great and am considering taking annual leave to meet him. I’m questioning myself as I type this: the location is already adding an element of pressure to the date (if it happens), never mind slapping it with a monetary value too.

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Mr Normal/Perfect

Mr Normal is back from Valencia and he’s replied! He’s in agreement with me that we’d have a good chat over drinks, is in London every now and then and is sure he could jump on a train to meet me. He wants to arrange something and has given me his number. 

Having looked over his profile once more (they do sometimes merge), there is literally nothing I don’t like (and I’m one fussy bugger) and so I’m temporarily upgrading him to Mr Perfect. Fear not, as soon as I meet him and he turns out to be a serial killer with a third arm, he’ll be downgraded. For now, I shall enjoy the moment. 

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Mr Normal (in a good way)

Exciting news for a Tuesday evening! Someone normal (in a good way) has sent me a message. He’s: 

‘warm and thoughtful with a romantic streak’

‘living a life full of design, music and adventures’

taller than me! 

in possession of facial hair! 

And I actually like all of his photos! All seven of them. No squinting required. 

His message was sent 5 hours ago and I'm yet to reply; I don't want to screw things up by suggesting something absurd like lunch...