Ok, I have a bit of a stupid dilemma...
I have just got back from travelling around Thailand for three weeks with two of my good friends.
The night before we set off, I went out with another group of girlfriends and as I wouldnt be seeing them for three weeks, we all got very, very, very drunk (can I just add that i get drunk on two glasses of wine, so I hadnt actually drank that much! I am just a bad drinker)
The morning I left I got a really funny txt from a number I didnt recognise. I txt back and to cut a long story short, I had given my phone number to a guy, but I can't remember for the life of me what he looks like.
Rather than admit this to him, I carried on txting and e-mailing him, and he seems really funny and nice.
He wants to meet up this week now that I am back in the UK but the problem is, I have NO IDEA what he looks like, and can't admit this to him as I will look stupid!
My friends say that I should be honest and say that since it was a month ago, I have forgotten what he looks likea nd could he e-mail me a picture (rather than I didn't have a clue what he looked like ever!), and that I could be passing up a great guy because I am too embaressed to admit that I have no idea what he looks like!
The thing is, I very rarely give out my number to men in clubs as I am very very happy with the way my life is right now and love being single. I dont want some big oaf to jump in and ruin all the fun I am having! So for me to have given him my number he must have really impressed me at the time (or given me more alcohol....).
But.... Doesnt the fact that he took my number when i was so completley out of it (and dancing on a table at one point...) mean that he is a weirdo?! Seriously, I am not too attractive at the best of times, but when I am drunk I am one big car crash!
So do I admit that I have no idea what he looks like (when I txt back saying "Who is this" after his first txt he asked me if I had given my number out to more than one person that night to 'hedge my bets!') and look as classy as Tara Reid, or do I slowly stop replying to his txts and e-mails and think that if it's meant to be, we'll meet again?
I have just got back from travelling around Thailand for three weeks with two of my good friends.
The night before we set off, I went out with another group of girlfriends and as I wouldnt be seeing them for three weeks, we all got very, very, very drunk (can I just add that i get drunk on two glasses of wine, so I hadnt actually drank that much! I am just a bad drinker)
The morning I left I got a really funny txt from a number I didnt recognise. I txt back and to cut a long story short, I had given my phone number to a guy, but I can't remember for the life of me what he looks like.
Rather than admit this to him, I carried on txting and e-mailing him, and he seems really funny and nice.
He wants to meet up this week now that I am back in the UK but the problem is, I have NO IDEA what he looks like, and can't admit this to him as I will look stupid!
My friends say that I should be honest and say that since it was a month ago, I have forgotten what he looks likea nd could he e-mail me a picture (rather than I didn't have a clue what he looked like ever!), and that I could be passing up a great guy because I am too embaressed to admit that I have no idea what he looks like!
The thing is, I very rarely give out my number to men in clubs as I am very very happy with the way my life is right now and love being single. I dont want some big oaf to jump in and ruin all the fun I am having! So for me to have given him my number he must have really impressed me at the time (or given me more alcohol....).
But.... Doesnt the fact that he took my number when i was so completley out of it (and dancing on a table at one point...) mean that he is a weirdo?! Seriously, I am not too attractive at the best of times, but when I am drunk I am one big car crash!
So do I admit that I have no idea what he looks like (when I txt back saying "Who is this" after his first txt he asked me if I had given my number out to more than one person that night to 'hedge my bets!') and look as classy as Tara Reid, or do I slowly stop replying to his txts and e-mails and think that if it's meant to be, we'll meet again?