Fat without a GSOH

So I finally did it... I am no longer an internet date virgin.... I arranged to meet my Dutch lover under Hammersmith Bridge at 3pm... I was early, but still, he should have been earlier. There was a busker under the bridge singing Quanta La Mera, how romantic I thought. 15 minutes later my busker friend was still playing Quanta La Mera on a loop.. great catalogue, and I was still waiting. Great, I can go home and have a tea and read the papers.. hurrah. I got half way home when he called to say he had just arrived. "I am sorry I am so late" said a dutch voice. "I didn't check my watch whilst I was traveling"he said. TRAVELING.. who refers to cycling along the river as TRAVELING... You are soo I.T. it's all wrong... I let him suffer Quanta La Mera while I turned around and TRAVELED back to the meeting point. When I saw him, he had a sweet smile, but NO... well as NO as you can be without giving someone a chance to even speak before ruling them out as being a potential love. We went to a great pub, and I drank a lovely honey dew ale and told him that Ernest Hemmingway and Dylan Thomas used to drink there... I like to give the impression that I read even though I don't. I took 2 amazing espresso chocolate truffles to have 1 each, but decided to drink quickly, go home and have them both for myself. I am kind of glad I have lost my internet date cherry, but having just spat the pip out I am looking forward to going back to the old fashioned way of boy meets girl... what ever that is... but that's what makes it exciting.