The ‘Second Anniversary’ Date, Part 3 – Disinterest

A few weeks ago Lucy went on a date with Lewis, the tall silver fox who works as a news producer.

If you missed it, click here to catch up.

Lucy and Lewis had connected on Tinder in 2015, but never actually met.  But then, in a twist of fate that felt almost serendipitous, they reconnected last month via a different dating app called Hinge, and went on an actual date.  Lewis joked that since it had been two years since they first interacted, they were celebrating their second anniversary.

To Lucy’s surprise, the date went quite well.  Lewis was sweet and funny, and the banter they’d had via text translated well into real life.  Lucy wasn’t immediately smitten, but she had a nice time, and she’s open to the possibility that her future husband might not present himself to her with a fanfare and a flourish, but might sidle up rather more quietly. Except not in a creepy way.

To be certain, she needs a second date.  And since Lewis continues to message her with the same witty banter as before, Lucy is confident that one is on the cards.

Lucy likes their extended hashtag joke.  Could this be their thing?  Their secret ‘in’ joke?  They might even be able to annoy their friends by incorporating phrases like ‘hashtag winning!’ and ‘hashtag selfie!’ into everyday speech.  Lucy’s always wanted to be part of an irritatingly ‘cute’ couple – could this be her chance?

But although the cheery chatter continues apace, Lewis still doesn’t actually ask for another date.

But then, just when Lucy is about to give up, things finally show signs of moving forward.

What exactly was that?  Not an offer of a date, certainly.  ‘I was going to ask but then I didn’t‘ is hardly going to sweep a girl off her feet.  But at least he had the intention, right?

Really though, she thinks, does it need to be this hard?

And so, fed up of waiting, Lucy takes matters into her own hands and suggests an alternative.  If Lewis has next weekend off, how about they meet then?  As it happens, Lucy has been invited to a ’20 years since leaving school’ reunion on Saturday afternoon, but currently has no plans for the evening.  A Saturday night date with Lewis could be just the thing.

It might not surprise you to learn that Lucy was not one of the Cool Kids at school.  A massive nerd, totally unsporty, top of the class in almost everything, with acne and braces on her teeth and terrible hair, she was pretty badly bullied.  As a result, she has not stayed in touch with a single person from school, though for some unknown reason she has somehow ended up being friends with a few of them on Facebook (though they have never interacted, so she’s not really sure what the point is).   And so, when some bright spark came up with the idea of reunion drinks in a Central London pub, Lucy ended up on on the Facebook invite list.

At first, she thought she would rather shave her legs with a chainsaw than go to something as butt-clenchingly awful as a school reunion, but the more she thinks about it, the more she’s tempted.  For one thing, what if some of her former male classmates are now hotties?  Facebook suggests they’re mostly married, but there might still be one or two on the market.  And Lucy knows that if she’s ever going to meet the love of her life, she has to put herself out there and take chances.

What’s more, the idea of turning up and being fabulous is rather appealing.  She’s not the nerdy, unattractive kid any more.  She’s an ugly duckling that blossomed into a swan (well, swan might be optimistic, but if not a swan, then certainly a not-unattractive goose).  Wouldn’t it be great to show up, prove them all wrong, be gorgeous and clever and sexy, and then leave.  And what better excuse to head off early than a date with a hot man?

She puts this proposal to Lewis.

The reunion starts at 3 pm.  Lucy figures she’ll need to get there at least an hour late so as not to appear uncool, and then stay for no more than three hours.  So she suggests meeting at 7.30 pm at a pub of Lewis’s choosing in Shepherds Bush.

Well isn’t he lovely? she thinks.  Ok he might have taken some nudging to get to a second date, but he’s being super accommodating now. This she likes.  And of course she has absolutely no intention of ditching him.  The reunion is certain to be excruciating, and she will be delighted to have an excuse to leave.

But when she gets there, to her great surprise, it isn’t and she isn’t.  People turn out to be – shock! – nice!  They’re friendly, and fun, and one girl even apologises for having been mean to Lucy all those years ago. And although there are no cute single boys at all, the wine flows, and then more wine flows, and Lucy wonders if maybe she might even make some new friends out of this.

So since Lewis has been so understanding and flexible, she decides to stick around.

It’s been a surprisingly fun day, and Lucy falls into bed well after midnight, certain that they can pick up the conversation in the morning.

Except they don’t.  Lewis doesn’t reply, and for five days she doesn’t hear a word.  She begins to wonder if something’s wrong.  Is he pissed off with her for standing her up after all?  Was he put off by the drunk texts?  She didn’t think they were that bad, but you never know…

She starts to worry. Is she getting ghosted now?  She decides to give him a nudge and see.

Where are you right now?  What kind of a question is that?  Lucy wonders if that was about to be a request for a booty call.  Was it?

But sadly since she is currently away for the weekend with friends, any chance of that second date – whatever form it might have taken – is thwarted yet again.

A few days later, and now back in London, Lucy gives it another go.

This really is not going very well.  Lucy is ready to give up.   At least no one can say she didn’t try.

Weeks go by.  Lucy is busy with work, and going on other dates, and shuttling back and forth between her flat in London and work in Brighton.  She pretty much forgets about Lewis, until, a month later, she finds herself back in London full time, out of work, and in need of a date to help pass the time.  She decides to give him one final shot.

And then…  nothing.  Lewis clearly is Just Not That Into Her. Well that’s fine, since she was Just Not That Into Him either.

Fuck him, thinks Lucy, and goes back to the drawing board for the 5,534,994th time.

Next time: Peter, Lucy’s FWB, makes a reappearance…



  1. Sarah Smith
    2nd December 2017 / 8:02 pm

    Dammit Lewis! Grrr!

    • Lucy
      3rd December 2017 / 11:12 am

      Never mind… on to the next, eh?!

  2. Hazel West
    2nd December 2017 / 8:32 pm

    Loved this but feel a bit sad that he wasn’t a bit more ‘Interested’. Looking forward to the next instalment.

    • Lucy
      3rd December 2017 / 11:13 am

      Thanks Hazel – and for taking the trouble to comment! Cleary he wasn’t the one, so on I go…

  3. 3rd December 2017 / 2:09 pm

    Been on the edge of my seat reading these today.

    • Lucy
      3rd December 2017 / 9:51 pm

      Ohhh thanks Hayley, I’m so glad you like the blog! There’s a new post every week so do come back soon – and share with your friends! Lucy x

  4. 4th December 2017 / 11:46 pm


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