6 September - Love or Cuddles?

All we need is love. Deep down… under all that talk of sex....
Kelly is dipping her toes in web encounters. She’s doing the casuals as they cut out a lot of unnecessary faffing about shared interests, having to impress and so on. She’s yet to meet the Brighton saucy texter who’s winding her up to perfection with the filthiest texts, and in the meantime is heading out to meet some of the other promising ones she’s responded to whilst remaining well aware from a previous attempt last year, that the photos usually bear no resemblance to who actually turns up. You know, their hair was brown when the photo was taken, now it's grey kind of thing. Plus they ate a few more pies. So she calls me after a Maida Vale pub drink with a prospective candidate – a classical producer ? - who she didn’t feel v. attracted to and who also put her off by talking about the price of everything in London. Ok so he’s American and what you get here for your pound is disgraceful but still, on first date, pls pls don’t talk about how expensive everything is? Girls don’t like it.
Anyway, the next day she gets this email:
Hey K,
That was great to meet you yesterday - thanks again for coming up my way!
Hope you'll want to meet up again too, as I sure do. Actually, don't have much on this weekend coming up . . . hmmm.

And this is her thoughts:
It's like : dude, you advertised on the 'casual encounters' page. I didn't sha g you... your ad said something like :if there's chemistry.. etc etc. I didn't even snog you. What do you think will happen in the future? Gads.
Will leave it and over the weekend send him a note as I did to someone else I met online, which was along the lines of : an old boyfriend has unexpectedly come back into my life, so I'm stopping anything else for right now, hope you understand.. something like that.

And this is my bleeding heart thinking:
The poor lamb, he has nothing do on bank holiday w/end.. the poor guy….he's too soft for the casuals.