The 2nd date

I arranged to meet the second of the girls in central London near my flat in South Kensington. 

When I saw her I was not attracted to her in the slightest but she looked like a nice person.  I thought I should give it a chance.

We walked around the corner to a local pub and had some cokes.  It was an unusually hot today and alcohol was the last thinbg I wanted to drink.

We talked about our past relationships and I discovered that she had led a very eventful life: she had ran away from home at 16 and become pregnant at 17.  This freaked me out a little.  Not because I dont know the realities of life and its unpredictability but because this was not really my domain...I think I unconsciously go for university types with very predictable lifestyles...graduated at 22, career at 23 types.

We talked a lot and we became hungry.  I suggested we walk to Kings Road to get something to eat.

After a lot of walking we decided on an Iranian restaraunt.  We sat down to eat and ordered some food.

I was enjoying the conversation until she started to eat...much of the food that she was supposed to be consuming came directly across the table at me.  What was even more surprising was that she did'nt even notice.  I think I made up my mind there and then that I was not interested in her romantically.

After we had finished I walked her to Sloane Square station and said goodbye.

She sent me a text message a few days later and I responded cordially.  But I think she could tell I was'nt really interested.  That was three weeks ago and we have not spoken since.