So what became of cake guy (henceforth known as CG)? Well, I met up with him last week where we partook of a lovely walk through several parks (two, to be precise), before adjourning for - what else? - cake and coffee at old-style French cafe Richoux. I wished we'd gone back to Wild & Wood instead as the coffee and cake were nothing to shout about, and I found the service attentive but just a little - comment tu dit? - too French. The prices weren't exactly cheap either, but I guess that's what you get for being near the posh end of Piccadilly Circus.

St. James' Park

But, anyway. The walk. After a slightly inauspicious beginning on my part (I was ten minutes late as I had an unexpected number of phone calls to make and receive and couldn't jump in the tube), coupled with some good-natured humour on both our parts when we were establishing when and where to meet up, involving some directions worthy of a clandestine spy meeting provided by CG, we proceeded to, well, chat for the next three hours. We talked about books, parks, history and our individual passions and backgrounds, and it was all rather Before Sunrise-esque.

In the midst of all of this, I attempted to establish his age. I'm not a big stickler when it comes to age (evidently), but after MD, I'd much much rather go out with someone closer to my age, or older, and, clearly, CG didn't fit into that category. I still don't know how old he is, just that his birthday's just passed.

Daffodils

Speaking of birthdays, I wasn't entirely sure how to take his asking me out. I mean, he asked me out during the requisite 24 to 48 hour window which establishes that's he's keen (I suppose, according to friends), and, yet, he told me about his upcoming birthday celebrations... and didn't ask me to that, so I guess, not so keen. Plus, he didn't pay for my coffee and cake. I don't expect guys to pay for me, but I do expect that on a first date, as it were. I'm traditional like that, although I will go Dutch most of the time following that. I'm also stupid like that, but I don't generally like men feeling like they've paid for something other than just the meal or the movie, if you get my drift.

Anyway, I texted him over the weekend to wish him a happy birthday, but haven't received a response. I suppose he may have lost his phone and, hence, my number, but I'm not entirely sure I want to text after a non-response! (I'm not imagining things, by the way, as he mentioned that he'd almost lost his phone recently through sheer carelessness.)

Daffodils

To conclude, it's not as if I'm interested or anything, I must add. It's spring, and it seems traditional for all things to blossom during spring!