Date #4

Preamble : Not much preamble to this one. No funny stories on wrong numbers exchanged. Just a straight forward chat on OK Cupid over a couple of weeks which led to us arranging a night out. Date #4 had reservations on meeting given that the previous encounter she agreed to the chap in question asked her to have sex. Probably not what she was looking for on a first date. Well a man's got to ask I guess. But given the lack of excitement or slow build up I wasn't expecting a great deal from tonight's date.

Location : So we're all taking advantage of the 'heatwave' in London and the scramble for outdoor drinking is always limited. That is unless you like standing outside the pub with the smokers. So I carefully selected the terrace bar at Somerset House. Never overly packed from my two previous visits many years ago and found seats quite comfortably. There was however a gig on, and she did think on arrival I was going to be taking her to the gig. She was quite disappointed when I said no.

Stats : 37, Italian, 5ft 10. Identical to the profile

Talking points :We concluded prior to our meeting that our astrological star signs were not suitable... (did I just mention jumped up superstition?)  In fact I can concur that my ex and step father were never the easiest people to get on with. I think I should state that I don't believe in astrology in any capacity whatsoever, however (there's always a however), can anyone explain why I've been attracted in the past to 3 girls who all shared the same birthday? Anyway, we got on. A couple of overpriced Pimms and a stroll on the south bank as the sunset over Waterloo Bridge (cue song) the even ended 3 hours after it started. No drama, no low points, no chemistry. What is chemistry? If I could explain a cliche I would.

Wife skills : Medium level. Mentioned the word 'family' once in the conversation and preferred food to be made for her. Or delivered. But on mentioning vegetarians, she did decry 'they're the worst kind of people'. Genius.

Weird factor : Low. Lovely, chatty if a little bit indie. She does however still by vinyl and doesn't own a record player.

Snog factor : 7/10 There was a moment when I thought I'd go for a lunge when we were on the south bank. I resisted. Although the end of the evening was abrupt to say the least. Not that was hankering after a snog, but it was one of those 'what do i do now' moments.

Going Dutch : £ - two drinks each, rounds shared.

After effects : Exchanged a few texts/messages afterwards, and I expressed a positive view, but I guess it's a case of wait and see. But deep down I don't think anything else will happen.