Sunday, 20 November 2011

The first date...

A million and one thoughts running through my head, what to say, wear, act, and do on the first date. After 4 years with the same person- comfort became my priority. Here i am on the platform dressed to the nines and ready to impress. London is the venue, a 24 year old 5 years my senior is the date, and a cute floral tan dress is the outfit.
Expectations are high after a chance encounter in a local bar brought us together, and the conversation flowed throughout the night leading to an exchange of numbers. A date was arranged hence the present situation i find myself in.
Butterflies in my stomach and sweaty palms, the train pulled into the station as apprehension rose within me. Walking up the stairs i scanned the station looking for my date, nerves were rife as i turned around and stood face to face with my company for the evening.
Dread filled within me.
 The good looking, charming and smart man i met 2 weeks previously had disappeared before my eyes. Now i like dishevelled hair- but caveman is not my style. Unshaven and stubble is sexy... but not when you look like Alan from the hangover. But, this was not what filled me with dread.
His shoes.
Shoes can speak a thousand words about a person. These shoes were saying all the wrong things. Now forgive me if I’m wrong, but on a date... to Covent Garden, with a girl you’re taking out- would you wear old worn out Adidas running trainers? Now this could be just me, but i think if a guy doesn’t wear good shoes and make the effort- does this reflect on how they will be in a relationship?
As far as the rest of the date was concerned, it was average- not bad, not good. Conversation was generally good with some awkward moments but in the back on my mind- i just couldn’t stop thinking about those trainers under the table. The date came to a swift end with brief goodbyes and a small peck on the cheek.  On the train home i decided Adidas guy wasn’t for me- and this finished before it began.
For a first date i think it was fairly successful. I needed to get myself out there after the long tiring few months i had endured after the break up. And this was exactly what i needed...
Remember the glass is always half full...

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