Dear Sophie....

You would not believe the weekend I had, it was completely bizarre. My friend set me up on a blind date with her cousin, and I did not listen to that little voice in my head that said "no Tam, don't go".

I could kick myself... really...

The date started off well, we actually got on like a house on fire, but I started to notice he asked far too many questions. Every 3o seconds or so he asked me something, here is an example of a list of questions he asked me in one breath.

Do you like me?
Do you want to go eat at the harbour?
Should we go eat at my house?
Do you like me?
What do you think of me?
Should we drink Redbull?
Where should we eat?
Do you like me?

I thought I was on another planet. I have never met anything like this man and his rapid fire, repetitive questioning. I recalled him mentioning that he had bought a bottle of Dom P 1966 for us to drink so I suggested that we go drink that, cheeky I know, but usually the finest alcohol to pass my lips is a cheapy bottle of JC Le Roux, and I REALLLLY wanted to pretend I was fancy.

We went up to his apartment to drink the bubbly, and he made me sit down and watch his sport DVDs.. I kid you not. I had to sit and watch him and his buddies doing their thang for the next hour. I practically inhaled the bottle of booze, and yes it was fucking fanny-fan-tastic!

With my mind numbed by alcohol I happily agreed to come back and see him the next day, and day 2 ended up being even stranger.

We went out for lunch which was lovely, but then we went for a swim and he became an absolute wierdo. He started the question thing again, but it was much worse this time, he asked over and over and oooooovvver again "why do you like me?" Now when I say he asked it alot, I mean he asked the same question for the entire duration of the swim. I had to spend lots of time underwater.

Then he bought me a dress. Dont ask...

But he has been calling me and he seems more normal now, so I am going to give him one more chance ( he bought me a dress, what choice do I have)

There was plenty of other stuff to wierd me out, he asked me to move in with him, told me to quit my job so he can tale care of me and said he wants to marry me, but i forgive him for that, my hotness tends to do that to people (i tease) I think he was really caught up in some kind of excitement.

Anyhoo, I hope he is not a psycho, Im having horrible visions of him wearing my face as a hat.