So we're dancing around the kitchen making supper to 6Music and you turn to me and say:
Tell me the story of how we met again?
And I say: do I have to?
And you say: You most definitely do
Me: Ok ... well I'd been on the site about 3 months, seen a billion profiles, had countless phonecalls and a handful of buttock-clenching dates .. and I was just about to give up when I saw your face
You: What did it say to you?
Me: Oh you know, man of a certain age, utterly desperate, mountains of baggage
You: Frank takes a good picture doesn't he?
Me: But there was something behind your eyes
You: The glaucoma perhaps?
Me: No it was your scintillating soul ...
You: Who wrote first?
Me: I did. Very forward. Said you had amazing eyes would you believe... and that I was a half Spanish, wild-swimming lover of men in uniform
Me: Firemen are the best
You: Yes, yes, and back to the story ...
Me: I had a thing about Routemaster buses
You: Oh Christ its all coming back
Me: So we met at Euston bus station
You: Very convenient for you I noticed ...
Me: And I took you on a bus ride
You: At night
Me: To the river
You: There was alcohol involved
Me: If you can count those Pimms in a can jobs
You: Yes but they did the job
Me: Of what exactly?
You: Making you tipsy after half a can
Me: I've always been a cheap date
Me: Anyway, we got the wrong bus
You: Ended up at Elephant & Castle
Me; Didn't matter really
You: We had such a brilliant time
Me: Plus another half can ...
You: You were like my best mate but with curves in all the right places
Me: And you were mine - but with a flat chest and stubble in all the wrong places
You: Lucky buggers aren't we?
Me: We are.
© Any resemblance to living persons is entirely intentional
About her ideal match
No descriptions. No prescriptions. No requirements on the dotted line. Just be yourself. (but maybe take some clues from the above ....)