They came together, so to speak.
On the Friday I arranged a date on the dating site with Daithi.
Yes- a datey with Daithi (actually pronounced Dohi).
And next morning at 00.53am Milli Vanilli What’s Apped me.
The photo was of an attractive black man, a little girl playing with his dreads.
It looked like a man I’d met on the same dating site years ago but never actually ‘met’.
“Hello gorgeous, how are you?” the message read.
“It’s Mario love.”
Ah, Rio, a Nigerian I’d slept with a few times 5 years ago.
So, against all my better judgement, I dated ‘Datey’, as I prefer to call him, got very drunk and then booty called my Nigerian.
Datey had been lovely, the perfect Dublin gentleman, but I couldn’t have fancied him in a million years and he said the Living Room bar was ‘a bit well-to-do’ – yep, that’s why I liked it…
So the drunken dial happened, he came to pick me up and we went back to his (my request) and, well, settled back into the old (short-lived) routine.
I liked the new dreads, his tight body and his foreignness and now find myself somewhat adDICKted.
Oh dear, mum must NEVER know. 1.He’s Nigerian, ie, from a very different culture, 2.He lives on the set of ‘Shameless’ in Middleton and is, of course, as poor as a churchmouse.
3. He has 3 kids by another white woman.
I will end this in a month. But his parents were both murdered in Nigeria when he was 19 and he hasn’t seen his sisters for ten years…. I will end this in one month.
Meanwhile, back to the dating site to look for a sensible long-term partner with English as a first language.
The Dating Ambassador 