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Despite the fact that it's Monday today, I am smiling. This would be because a) I'm off work and enjoying some time to myself and b) I scored with the 29-year-old at the weekend and it was just the tonic I needed.

After my below average second date with the internet guy last Tuesday, followed by some extremely arrogant behaviour from him, I was in the mood for some fun.

I didn't want strings and I didn't want to be in the company of any male who would be in a position to disappoint me. Hence the 29-year-old fitted the bill nicely.

There is no expectation

Like I said before, he is gorgeous to look at, great craic to hang out with and there is zero expectation, which makes being with him all the more enjoyable.

We'd been texting a bit all week and after I mentioned that I'd be home again on Friday he suggested a pint on Saturday night. And I readily agreed.

So I went to meet him in one of our locals at around 8.30pm and it all went very smoothly.

I am more used to hooking up with him in the wee hours of the morning so it was lovely to have a few sober bevvies with him before friends of both his and mine started turning up. (It's a small-ish town so it's hard to avoid people.)

I went back to his place

We got on famously for the entire night – so much so that I went back to his place for coffee (OK, an Irish coffee) after we finished up in the late bar we'd been in.

The last time I went home with him he was living with his parents so I was delighted to discover he's moved out now and has his own apartment.

I actually stayed over, although there was no sex. My jury's out on the casual shagging thing so I figured it was safer not to risk feeling soulless when I woke up!

Not that he was pushing me into anything – not at all. He was very gentlemanly I must say.

He made me toast and coffee in the morning and I left him at around 11am so I could go back to my parent's house to shower and be ready to take my mother out to lunch for Mother's Day.

Success all round

So all in all my weekend was a great success. I had a mild hangover accompanied by mild euphoria yesterday and by the time I returned to Dublin I was completely devoid of any Sunday night horrors.

Quite the opposite really – I was in flying form. My younger man has texted me a few times since we went our separate ways too so it's all good.

It's not like it's going to turn into a relationship or go anywhere and you know what? For a change I'm liking this sense of hopelessness. There's a lot to be said for living in and loving the moment and not fretting about the future!

Oh my God, wait 'til I tell you all the latest! I'm actually gobsmacked!

Yesterday I decided I was over the whole internet dating thing. So I went onto the site I'd been using and I closed my account.

The thought of meeting one more guy only to realise he was an a-hole was too much for me. I figured it was better to just close down my profile and move on.

Then I got a text

Anyway, the bloke I went out with last week (great date) and then this week (not so great date) had my phone number and he texted me last night saying that he went to mail me via the website and saw that I was gone.

I replied, telling him that yes indeed, I was no longer a member. And he wrote back enquiring if this was because of him.

I genuinely didn't know what he was on about and my first thought was that he recognised that he wasn't very good company on Tuesday night and he was worried he'd put me off or something.

Here comes the clanger...

But I wasn't sure so I casually asked him what he meant. And here comes the clanger! A few more texts went back and forth between us until I finally discovered what he was getting at.

Wait for it – he thought I left the dating site because I met him and I figured we were having a relationship!

And he wanted me to know that yes, he likes me etc, but that he wasn't ready for anything serious.

I can't get over the arrogance

I nearly died of mortification on his behalf. Seriously – how arrogant could one person possibly be? He was one step away from telling me that we couldn't be exclusive!

I wasted no time telling him that he was barking up the wrong tree with this theory of his and I promptly deleted him from my contacts. What a utter plonker.

My taste is a concern

I'm really concerned now about my taste in men! I'm a huge fan of Take That and guess who my favourite member is? Yep – Mark Owen.

And it turns out that he's been bedding women left, right and centre, the dirty dog! He's just another male I got badly wrong!

I'm off home in a while for a long weekend and I'm going for a pint with the 29-year-old tomorrow night. This is all about some fun and nothing else…

Oh dear. Oh dear, dear, dear. After a great date with the internet guy last week, last night's event was not so great.

It wasn't dreadful by any means. But it was lacking in something I still can't quite define. And I'm fighting the blues today as a result.

(Although Brendan's reappearance in the comments section did wonders to cheer me up – I hadn't realised how much I'd missed him!)

So...the second date...

Anyway – the date. Remember how he was booking a restaurant 'cause we decided we liked one another enough to eat together?

Well he didn't book it. He turned up to meet me as arranged in a pub in town, and he casually said he hadn't reserved a table anywhere as he figured it was a recessionary Tuesday night and it would be no problem getting one.

Fair enough I suppose but it was the first of a few signs I detected, which made me think he was being very half assed about the whole thing.

I began to feel stupid for being excited

He was kind of acting like our date was no big deal – that he could take it or leave it. And this made me feel a bit stupid seeing as I was actually looking forward to it.

I'm not normally one for reading into body language but I noticed that his was a bit off. When we were sitting in the bar he was slightly tilted away from me and was making very little eye contact. Most strange carry on.

So we had a drink and went off to find somewhere to have dinner, which was as easy as he'd guessed. But over pizza and pasta the atmosphere went from lukewarm to breezy.

He was like a different person

He just seemed really distracted and almost in a hurry! What was all that about? It's not like I forced him to meet me again – it was his flippin' idea.

Also his personality in reality didn't match his cyber one – or the one from last week for that matter. Online he was all charming and attentive, full of questions about my life and tales of his own. But last night it was like I was a massive inconvenience to his schedule.

I'm possibly making it sound worse than it was, but believe me it really was not enjoyable. As dates go, it was just about passable.

I'm disappointed and worried

I'm very disappointed I must say. And I'm really beginning to worry about my ability to judge guys.

On a lighter note, the 29-year-old was texting me yesterday afternoon. (He has my number since before Christmas.) I know he's not boyfriend material but like I said, he brings a smile to my face.

I'm going home again this weekend – I've taken Monday off work and I'm bringing my mother out for lunch on Sunday for Mother's Day.

I think I might mention this to my younger man and see if he suggests meeting up or something. If I'm going to be permanently single I can at least have some frivolous fun with a bloke my junior who happens to be as attracted to me as I am to him.