Am I that single girl who is searching for the spark?

When internet dating and half heartedly replying to the flurry of emails whilst remaining a step back and not turning into crazy emotional girl, there are actually not enough hours in the day. I have begun reducing my nightly hours of sleep from 8 to 6, and replying in the evenings before hitting the sack. This ‘tactic’ is resulting in replies, sometimes even multiple, from anyone I’ve messaged back. It’s as if they are so desperate to hear from me they are happy to wait. I should be over joyed. Flattered. My social calendar should be full to the brim, and yet something is missing.

I met my first date in a busy bar in South London . A lovely bar which had vases for hanging lights, chunky comfy sofas, big wooden tables, the menus were in classic novels, there were cushions, throws and even a vintage fireplace, though it was a hot July evening so no need for it to be ablaze. And he… he was fine. The conversation was easy, he was taller than me, always a plus and he was a complete gentleman. But there was more of an emotional spark between the new trendy bar and myself that I came across, than this nice man.

After two glasses of wine, the first I practically drank in two gulps. We parted ways and I walked speedily in the directions of the tube. Thankfully I think he felt the same. There were no awkward texts or phone calls. We literally met for a drink and left.

Maybe the spark (I feel like spark should have a 'e' at the need but spellchecker tells me otherwise, I just feel it would add more of a sparkE to the word, thoughts?), is too much to ask for on a first date? Maybe it builds? But there surely needs to be some element of attraction. Surely something that makes me want to rip his clothes off and pounce his bones (bones not boner!!) on the comfy sofa, by the fireplace, under the vase lighting?  Maybe I’m asking for too much?

Back to square one. I’ve now started to receive the idiot messages more and more frequently. A few penis images have headed my way also. Lucky girl. What on earth do they think will happen when they write; ‘spunk bucket’ or ‘really or fake’. Oh yes take me now you sexy beast; I desperately want you body right here, right now.

Yeah right!

After a few deletes I have narrowed it down and begun talking to new charming man. So far so good. He has a proper job, unlike my self-employed airy-fairy job. Bonus. 6’2”. Double bonus. Has not used ‘babe’ or ‘hot stuff’ once. Winner. I have planned to meet him after a long and boring numb bum day at work. And have chosen a fairly busy/noisy bar incase conversation dries up, there wont be any awkward silent. Minor issue it is a bar my nearest and dearest friends tend to spend there after school hours at. I cry out to the heavens; please the Dating God make for no embarrassing bumping into work colleagues whilst on an already stressful and mildly embarrassing first encounter.

A cheeky vodka prior the date?

Or will he think I’m a lush then?

Am I that single girl who is searching for the spark?