Weight 13st 9. CNPS cars spotted 11 (679).
Most of my dates are with people that I have never met, nor even seen a photo of. This adds a kind of exciting extra tension when you are waiting for them to arrive.
All I knew about number 19 was that she had descirbed herslef as tall and blonde. But how tall is tall and how blonde is blonde? She was probably going to be at least 5ft9, but would she be as tall as the tallest living woman, Sandy Allen, who from memory is just under 8 feet tall (I've still got it - can't remember the name of the tallest ever woman though)? And I have known women who describe themselves as blonde who are really just a light shade of mousy.
I was ten minutes early and sat on my bar stool watching the world go by. I could see people passing in the street. Some of them were tall and blonde. Call me shallow (and I clearly am - I am dating 50 women in 50 nights for the purposes of light entertainment), but there were some tall blonde women who I was really hoping would turn out to be my date and other tall, blonde women that I was willing to keep on walking.
Now this wasn't entirely on whether the person was physically attractive (though it was obviously mainly based on this), but I was in Soho and some of the tall, blonde women were quite scary looking and yet other tall, blonde women were possibly not women at all.
A woman of about my height with mousy hair came into the bar looking around. She wasn't tall or blonde, but given the looseness of those parameters I wasn't convinced she wasn't looking for me. 19 of 50 had told me that she was rather short-sighted, so might not recognise me. Perhaps she was so blind that she was unable to determine her own height or hair colour.
But eventually the short, mousy girl found the person she had been searching for and it wasn't me. I continued my vigil.
The comedian Sarah Kendall happened by and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was dating 50 women in 50 nights. "This is for a show, right?" she asked.
I told her it was. You know. Mainly.
"Oh good plan," she said, "You should do a show called "I Need You To Suck My Cock". You know, it's all for the show."
I made a note of it. I can do that one after the Guinness World record and serial killing one.
Nineteen was pretty late and I wondered whether she actually had been the short, mousy girl, but upon getting a look at me she had decided just to launch herself at the nearest stranger to escape the evening.
But eventually my date turned up and she looked reassuringly normal and was actually both tall and blonde which helped identify her.
And I'm almost certain that she wasn't a man.
Only a month to go now.
