Mr Welly, Mr Wacky

36 years old; tall; dark; handsome; Jean Christophe Novelli meets Pierce Brosnon meets Hugh Grant meets Joe Pasquale coming through a hedge sideways in gale force winds; Sales and Marketing Events Director; quirky; fun; bright; well travelled. Alpha Romeo driver.
The Date
Mr Welly, Mr Wacky has a dog called Wilfy. He has a plummy accent and is a little excitable on the telephone. He also has a hilarious high pitched laugh...which is like Joe Pasquale. We were meant to hook up last night for a drink but Mr Welly, Mr Wacky was 35 minutes late and thinking I'd been stood up and messed around I high tailed it home for a block of Dairy Milk to console my feelings of rejection. Turns out Mr Welly, Mr Wacky got stuck in traffic and emailed me via the internet dating site, which I only read once I'd got home! So we re-schedule for lunch. Mr Welly, Mr Wacky is good looking, he also has mild Asperger's syndrome it seems. He looks at me on arrival and says "mmm you're actually very nice" somewhat surprised it seems! He admits that he has a terrible social habit of saying exactly what he is thinking and out loud and bearing in mind I have only been in his company for 5 minutes and the word vagina has already left his lips I guess he's not joking! He does a hilarious impression of someone with sexual tourettes and screams chicken mid conversation and how he drove to the date with his finger up his arse, which at the time was actually quite funny. I am giggling as this is the kind of date with a difference you want. A total extrovert, unconventional and borderline insane! With Mr Welly, Mr Wacky what you see is what you get and he doesn't take himself, life or this date too seriously. Mr Welly, Mr Wacky is the type of dinner party guest you invite to get the party going but you don't want to be sat next him all night, unless you like talking about your vagina!!! He reminds me that we first made contact with each other back in April, but have failed to hook up, mainly due to his mad travel schedule. He attends all the events for his company and tells me about his products, a leather wellington being a top seller. I tell him I'm a hunter welly wearer, pale blue ones at that. He tells me his dream would be to work in the circus. He also informs me he is a posh pykey! His clients call him Sir as they hand him £250 for a pair of deck shoes! I sense that Mr Welly, Mr Wacky has come on this date just as he's back in the area between events. He admits that his travel schedule hinders his ability to build a relationship and also that he feels this internet dating lark is addictive and creates a "grass is greener" mentality. I ask him to expand on this. He says, you know, you log on, you email, you meet, you like, you log on, you email another, and meet another and like another and so on, another log on...and another and another. I wryly smile as in my pursuits of love, laughter, lasting a lifetime and Mr A-Z I agree with him. What does it take for 2 people to click and decide there is no need for anymore searching, reading profiles, looking a photos, emailing, meeting, what does it take for 2 people to think I've searched enough and this is who I want. This is the one for me. Temptation over. And how difficult it must be for both people to feel the same, at the same time. Goodness me, still searching and who knows for how long...because I know this I will not be settling for anything other than the fairytale...or is that just fiction?