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Dating the infinite woman

September 21, 2010 Leave a comment Go to comments


London is huge. For people who don’t understand the city, it’s a vast collection of villages. Each one is slightly different, different people, different clothes, different pubs.

It is also home to a lot of people, loads of them. Think if the most people you’ve ever seen in a room and double it, and you aren’t even close.

So big, but also specific. If you want to met a certain sort of woman locating her is just a matter of finding the right area of London and then going out there until you meet her. I like this about London.

It’s like take-aways but with dating. Fancy an edgy girl with coloured hair who makes jewellery and drinks tea out of chipped mugs? There is a postcode for that. Or if you’d like most of the above but would like her to wear summer dresses and have long dark hair. Just move a few streets north and west and you will find her.

The different dating postcodes of London is probably worthy of a post in itself but for now I want to talk about how London is just full of women (and men I suppose).

This is good and bad. It’s good because unlike the real sea, there are plenty more fish. It’s bad for roughly the same reason.

If you discover a type that you like it’s possible to just date variations on that theme. So if you have a fatal attraction to drummers with long hair, or moxy brunettes but it never seems to work out? Well you can just go about making the same mistake again and again and again. There are loads of them out there, so just keep trying until you get it right.

I mention this because Biscuit met someone who was very like Cupcake (in looks at least) on Wednesday and now they are frantically Facebook messaging each other. Oh dear.

I can’t really talk, almost everyone I’ve ever dated has looked roughly the same. If you got them all into a room together it would be like a casting call for a very exacting director. Actually I did get a lot of them in a room together once at a party, it was weird and far less sexy than I expected.

  1. September 22, 2010 at 12:06 am

    Hold on tiger!!! “Frantically”is a massive over-exaggeration! There have been a handful of messages dear Toast!

    Right, I need to get off my arse and write up that night!

  2. September 22, 2010 at 2:47 am

    Sounds like the dating danger zone! You two should be chaperoned.

  3. September 22, 2010 at 6:03 am

    Biscuit – She kept ripping your clothes off in the pub.

    Wicked Shawn – But who would take on such a tricky job?

  4. fuckwittery
    September 22, 2010 at 7:36 am

    By my postcode stereotype I’m a married d-list celebrity with a young family. Where am I?

  5. September 22, 2010 at 10:23 am

    Toast :

    Biscuit – She kept ripping your clothes off in the pub.

    Yes, but I have learned not to read too much into gestures like that.

  6. Fleetstreetfox
    September 22, 2010 at 11:01 am

    Fuckwittery is in Cheshire.

  7. September 22, 2010 at 8:23 pm

    Wouldn’t she have to be a waggy footballer’s wifey person if she lived in Cheshire?

  8. September 22, 2010 at 8:23 pm

    Or were you just saying that fuckwittery tends to occur in Cheshire?

  9. September 23, 2010 at 9:58 am

    Fuckwittery occurs worldwide!

    @Toast- Finding someone to take on that job would be tricky, it will have to be a guy, otherwise one of you will end up entangled with them in less than 2 weeks.

    • fuckwittery
      September 23, 2010 at 4:52 pm

      And even then, there may be no guarantees…

      • September 23, 2010 at 6:41 pm

        As has been previously established by Toast’s previous posts.

  10. September 25, 2010 at 1:35 pm

    F-W – Muswell Hill

  11. fuckwittery
    September 25, 2010 at 11:54 pm

    *fawn* oh your powers of deduction are too much for me

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