Rolls Guy phoned me to confirm our second dinner date this week.

He asked if he could "have" me after dinner.

I thought it was time to make him face the harsh reality that he ain't what I'm looking for at present, and much as I like to be wined and dined and driven around in a Rolls Royce, and I even don't mind him stroking my thigh and I have been entertaining the thought of him spanking me, I just don't want to tempt fate and end up in bed with him. Ugh.

So, he got a bit pushy and demanded to know why I'd jumped straight out the car after he drove me home, and I told him in no uncertain terms that I could have got the tube since I live right next to it, and that it was his decision to drive me in the first place with no expectations from my part.

I have no idea if we will ever speak again, but if we don't it's his loss.
I can't be dealing with all this pushiness from guys who aren't even my boyfriend!

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A 40-year old Irish guy I dance with has taken a shine to me, and he came out with some friends of mine on the weekend- we had a nice barbecue party at a wedding venue, very posh!
That night we tentatively agreed to meet up again soon, just the two of us, to talk some more (and drink some wine).

I like him, he is great to dance with and although bald men aren't my "thing" he's not unattractive. We've had some chats and bonded somewhat, but it's too early to tell if he'd be a serious contender for me to consider as "future husband material" or whatever.
I did pour my heart out to him about KB a bit, and told him about my afternoon tea date with the "35-going-on-65" lawyer, but apart from hands on hips (his on mine) and cheek on cheek on the dancefloor, nothing has happened.

So imagine my surprise when I received a rather pissed-off sounding answerphone message the other night, demanding to know why I'd "left without saying goodbye properly"!?

Inappropriate or what, talk about scaring a girl off... what would he be like if he were my boyfriend I wonder!?

All I'd done was:
-decided to go home (it was nearly 11pm on a weeknight)
-waved to my acquaintances and shaken a few hands on the way out
-and gone home.
I had given him a friendly wave too, wearing my jacket and clutching my bags, not wanting to interrupt his dance with a girl I don't know, so I assumed he knew I'd gone and that's it.

When I got his message, I guess I was already on the tube.
It wasn't a nice thing to arrive home to though. How weird. I think the main reason I didn't wait for him to finish his dance was that the other night, he'd asked me if I wanted to go for a drink somewhere there and then, and frankly, it was just too late for me.

So there. I don't plan to call him back and "explain". Where would that get me!?