Sue - first date

I met someone new last night. Sue contacted me via the dating site by making me one of her 'favourites'. I responded with an email and pretty soon we were arranging to meet for a drink.

We met at a country pub/restaurant halfway between her town and mine. I arrived promptly at 8, and no sooner had I reversed the car into a parking spot facing the entrance when I saw her car arrive. We waved hello, then went inside together. She wore blue jeans that clung to generous hips and thighs and a black vee-neck top that showed just the right amount of cleavage and a smart jacket. Black boots completed the ensemble. Her hair is blonde... -ish, thick and straight, hanging down to her collar, with a fringe.

We ordered drinks and sat down. I had not had the opportunity to have something to eat before leaving home, so I ordered food as well, so she joined me by having a starter. We sat side-by-side and chatted easily. I told her about Mary, and G and N; she told me about her ex-partner and her children. We talked about online dating, and she told me what she described as a 'horror story' involving a chap from Slovakia who barely spoke English. I told her about Mel and Becky. I didn't tell her about V, nor about Susie.

After we'd eaten and re-filled our glasses, she mentioned that she still wondered about her ex-boyfriend who still contacted her occasionally. Then she actually asked me whether it was a good thing to go backwards and see an ex again. Should she go back to dating him again, she asked?

I knew then that there was no 'spark'. That she had no real interest in me. Fortunately I felt similarly. She is actually a very nice person, not unattractive for her age, apparently normal and easy to talk to. When we left and walked back to where the cars were parked, I said,
"Because you are asking me whether you should go back and see your ex-boyfriend, I take it that you and I haven't really hit it off?"
She smiled and I realised that she hadn't realised the implications of what she had been saying.
"Well," she said, "I think that's true. I mean you seem nice, but... How do you feel?"
"I think you are attractive, easy to talk to and honest... I tell you what - how about we meet again, for a bit longer, see how we get on then, and decide whether this goes anywhere or not."
She agreed, we hugged, she kissed me gently on the lips and we each drove off.

I sent her a text when I got home : "Was nice to meet you and I would like to see you again. Maybe dinner and a movie next time?"
Her reply: "Thanks for a nice evening, and yes, maybe next time dinner."

Today, I am not so sure I want to see her again.