Sunday, 18 November 2012

Everyone loves a Sailor.

Well, date three came and went and sure enough, I broached the subject. Turns out she really seemed interested. Or at least she claimed to be.

I asked why she hadn't run a mile and the answer was thus:

  • If i'm into re-enactment, i'd mainly be around men. No scope for cheating (or at least a reduced scope for cheating).
  • I am much more likely to spend my money on battledress/ invasion boots/ a 1943 dated lifebelt than I am on drugs, cigarettes, prostitutes, beer, buying beer for drug addled prostitutes.
  • I'm not a leary football hooligan - I'm so much more likely to read and do research.
  • I have respect for the past.
  • It means I can iron, sew, stitch and have an eye for colour and decent fabric.
  • I'm partial to 'histroic style'.
  • I'm less likely to be a f*cking moron. (She did actually say that bit - I think she meant i'm more likely to be educated).
Of course, she'd never seen me in my get-up in the flesh so I can't say for sure what impact that would have had but the signs were positive. She even read my website. This was something she actually did really rather thoroughly and something I was nervous about showing her, for obvious reasons. It's one thing to have other re-enactors or school teachers read your website, but to expose it to the critical eyes of a potential love-match was a rather nerve-wracking experience.

I need not have worried. She was complimentary about the effort i'd gone to.

All-in-all a pleasant experience form what she was exposed to. I have to say though, she was one of the kindest people on the planet so i'm worndering wheather she had it in her to call me a weirdo...

An unexpected encounter with another pretty young thing put my mind at ease. Slightly.

More on that next time.