My first date from the internet. We’d arranged to meet at a pub then as he’d booked a restaurant for dinner we’d go there even though the internet dating sites recommend a short date for the first one just in case you don’t get along with each other. I walked into the pub and he was standing at a poker machine playing it. Warning signals should have gone off there and then, just because I absolutely hate poker machines. I mentioned before he was different looking than I expected. His photo made him look taller and younger and more dashing as he was obviously younger then and it was taken at an angle looking upwards at him. He also had a pony tail which I’m not really into and he was about as tall as me even though according to our profiles he should be two inches taller than me. I was prepared to look past all of this though, so long as we got along well.
We had a drink at the pub sitting outside as it was January and the weather wasn’t too bad, then we walked over to the restaurant that he’d made a booking at a night or two earlier. We ordered a nice bottle of wine and had that with some yummy food and the conversation flowed pretty freely. Alcohol definitely helps in these situations and because we’d gotten to know each other over the phone for nearly two weeks I felt like we already knew each fairly well. After the beer at the pub and half a bottle of wine at the restaurant I was feeling pretty numb and thought I’d better slow down as I had to drive back to my friends place who was babysitting Jaycee Junior. After the meal we went outside so he could have a cigarette and looking at his face I could tell he was a pretty heavy smoker because he had those smokers lines on his face which prematurely age many people.
We went to pay for the meal and he asked if I minded going dutch which of course I didn’t mind because I didn’t want to feel obligated to him and of course he didn’t have a job so probably couldn’t afford it anyway. We then went back to the pub and had another drink.
I didn’t mention that while we were at the pub prior to the meal he was already asking me if we could meet the next day for a coffee. I was a bit perplexed at this as he had only just met me and who knows what it would be like for the rest of the date. I might be completely different in person! I said that I would have to see about that – I didn’t want to commit.
At the end of the night I could have quite easily had a snog but wasn’t drunk enough to make the first move so we just had a peck on the cheek goodbye. We left it that I would call him in the morning. I got home after midnight.
There’s a part two to this date which I’ll cover next time.