Blind...
Well, last night I had a blind date.
With a guy called..well, let's call him A - seeing as am finished with people called 'P' though I'd start at the beginning of the alphabet, though could try to find someone with a name beginning with Q (more of that later).
First hurdle: finding the right pub in a crowded and rainy Soho with a Nokia that had given up for the day;
Second hurdle: finding the right bloke. I found myself standing over two blokes on separate but neightbouring tables, each with a newspaper (one: the new-look Guardian, one the Telegraph), a half-empty pint (Guard-bloke beer, Tele-bloke lager) and a mobile phone.
While I was texting my date-to-be, Guard-Lager looked up and mumbled at me in that scary-drunken-bloke-by-himself way so I gave him a haughty look, turned back to the bar , sent my text and then found out that he was none other than the bloke at the beginning of the alphabet. Not the best start.
My friend Pat had sent me some handy hints for a first date (courtesy of Marie Claire, so she claimed) :
- Flatter him
- Laugh at his jokes
- Touch him lightly on the arm
- Give him lots of information on yourself
- Don't get drunk
My marks out of ten:
- Flatter him (couldn't get a word in edgeways to do this: a poor 4/10)
- Laugh at his jokes (like a banshee? Probably not good to overscore here: 15/10)
- Touch him lightly on the arm (got to do this when I showed him how a tarantula walks - all it did was freak him out and scratch him with a false nail: 2/10)
- Give him lots of information on yourself (didn't get chance to flatter let alone describe myself in more than two words: 3/10)
- Don't get drunk (those two words were 'drunk' and 'bored': 1/10)
So, probably not the best.
Walked to the tube station with him where he had the chance to share his very *interesting* theory on how you can catch a tube to Mill Hill without walking up/down any stairs. A quick kiss on the cheek and then a 'I'll ring you' (we both said this and I suspect we were both lying).
Onwards and upwards. Next, the letter B.
With a guy called..well, let's call him A - seeing as am finished with people called 'P' though I'd start at the beginning of the alphabet, though could try to find someone with a name beginning with Q (more of that later).
First hurdle: finding the right pub in a crowded and rainy Soho with a Nokia that had given up for the day;
Second hurdle: finding the right bloke. I found myself standing over two blokes on separate but neightbouring tables, each with a newspaper (one: the new-look Guardian, one the Telegraph), a half-empty pint (Guard-bloke beer, Tele-bloke lager) and a mobile phone.
While I was texting my date-to-be, Guard-Lager looked up and mumbled at me in that scary-drunken-bloke-by-himself way so I gave him a haughty look, turned back to the bar , sent my text and then found out that he was none other than the bloke at the beginning of the alphabet. Not the best start.
My friend Pat had sent me some handy hints for a first date (courtesy of Marie Claire, so she claimed) :
- Flatter him
- Laugh at his jokes
- Touch him lightly on the arm
- Give him lots of information on yourself
- Don't get drunk
My marks out of ten:
- Flatter him (couldn't get a word in edgeways to do this: a poor 4/10)
- Laugh at his jokes (like a banshee? Probably not good to overscore here: 15/10)
- Touch him lightly on the arm (got to do this when I showed him how a tarantula walks - all it did was freak him out and scratch him with a false nail: 2/10)
- Give him lots of information on yourself (didn't get chance to flatter let alone describe myself in more than two words: 3/10)
- Don't get drunk (those two words were 'drunk' and 'bored': 1/10)
So, probably not the best.
Walked to the tube station with him where he had the chance to share his very *interesting* theory on how you can catch a tube to Mill Hill without walking up/down any stairs. A quick kiss on the cheek and then a 'I'll ring you' (we both said this and I suspect we were both lying).
Onwards and upwards. Next, the letter B.
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