So this blog title isn't in reference to the sitcom but is a reminder that these type of men, the Polyamorous Paul's, are born from women! My poor son has no idea the lesson's I shall be drumming in to him!
So, it started the usual way, with a tinder match. Paul was a fair bit older than me but I hoped this would mean maturity, self assurance, security and achievement. He played polo, which I love, and I met my match when it came to witty retorts. I was delighted when he asked me out and when he suggested a phone call I had the right mix of nerves and excitement.
Before our phone conversation he disappeared off the radar... when he reappeared via text he claimed he had left his phone in a taxi and had been desperate to get hold of me. At this point a faint tingle of alarm bells rang but I told myself to stop being so negative, these things happen!
We continued chatting via text for a couple of days... his tone had changed slightly and began to steer towards boarder line remarks and dodgy innuendos. Alarm bells got louder but I ignored the remarks, or laughed them off, and agreed to a rearrangement of a phone call.
Polyamorous Paul was a pleasure to talk to over the phone, he was well spoken, polite and put my previous apprehension to rest. I got off the phone and told my friend all about him over a few Friday night drinks. I was excited, positive and looked forward to him texting me again.
A few hours after our phone call my phone pinged! I glanced down and saw his name on my screen, with a huge grin on my face I picked up my phone and readied myself to flirt outrageously. It was a Whatsapp message but it wasn't from Polyamorous Paul, it was about him.
At first I couldn't make head nor tail of what was being sent to me (I was a bottle of wine in to my evening at this point) and then I realised the WhatsApp message was in fact a group. A group of women that had dated or messaged Polyamorous Paul, instigated by his long suffering ex.
The evening ended with a phone call from one of the other girls explaining her interaction with Polyamorous Paul and how she had cancelled her date with him after her own alarm bells had rung. Only three hours after my phone call with Polyamorous Paul was I on the phone to a member of his harem - I suddenly felt like a loose women panelist, swapping stories and man bashing except this one deserved it.
The following morning Polyamorous Paul had the audacity to text me.....
I guess the other members told him where to go....
The fact that Polyamorous Paul tried to convince me (and probably himself) that he "wasn't trying to mess anyone around" was laughable, however I was thankful that I'd made a lucky escape.
Moral of the story, listen to the alarm bells of your conscious mind...and Some Mothers Do 'Ave 'Em!
"Ooh Betty ..." When will I learn?
I'm enjoying your dating blogs immensely! xxx
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Emma ! ❤️
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