So following on from the blog post – not lost ‘it’ yet, I have news to report… Cancer boy did indeed get into contact (admittedly a bit delayed) and a date has been had. Now you might assume from the title of this here blog that things might not have gone totally tickety boo and you would be right.
But first let me wind back a few days to when I got the text! I hadn’t heard anything from said boy since we meet on the 12th October and by now it’s the tail end of November, I figured given his situation something must have happened. I was right, he had needed surgery but more of that later. So we texted back and forth and decide on meeting on the 1st December at my fav place Milk & Honey.
Excited doesn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling, seriously with everything going on someone still finds me attractive! Boobless, blobby and of little hair and someone was able to see a sparkle in my eye! Talking of boobs… what to do… not ready for prosthesis yet so what? Headed to the lovely ladies at Eloise and they kitted me out with two foam post op ones, one post op bra and off I went.
He was late… but texted to say on way so that was a plus point on him. When he arrived he was as dashing as I remembered and quite cute in an older way. The conversation got straight to the point and we traded ‘how sick am I!’ stories for about an hour, during his story he mentioned a girlfriend.. ex, then he mentioned his wife… separated (with kids) and then after an hour and 10 minutes he dropped the big bombshell, his current girlfriend. With that he left the table to call his kids to say good night.
And quite frankly left me devastated, had I got the wrong end of the stick? Was it just a friend’s drink? Did he wait till then to decide if he liked me or not before telling me? I went to the loo for a little cry, regroup and face him again. I think I should have gone, thrown my drink in his face and walked out BUT it was my members club so they might not have appreciated it and also a bit of me was curious to how he had managed to find two girlfriends while ill.
So we carried on with the drinks and I found out more and more things about him that put him firmly in the idiot category, funny how you see people differently once the ‘could he be the one’ veil drops. He badly cut his leg trying to cut up a plastic box with a Stanley knife, proceeded to drive himself to hospital and then needed surgery due to infection… all this while on chemo! He’s damn lucky not to have lost the leg to infection.
So after another drink it was time for us cancer kids to head to bed (at a rocking 9pm) so I bade him farewell and good luck. I’m sure there was the ‘we must stay in touch’ line in there somewhere and I went home a bit broken and sad.
So why meet with me at all? He said he took my number as he vowed to himself after diagnosis that if he meet someone that took his interest then he would throw caution to the wind and ask them out… and I was the first! My response to that is fine, play around with people like that but for god sake don’t do it with people who are as sick as you… or should I say as ill as you and I will never be as sick as you!
So he is filed firmly in the dickhead memory bank to be brought out with girlfriends over a glass of wine when sharing dating war stories. I am still hopeful though that ‘he’ is out there somewhere.
