I remember the feeling of being invited on Friday night for afirst date. So exciting being able to leave work and swing by the toilet to touch up that make up and perfume before I went to meet my date.
Once, I was seeing this English guy who lived in the same neighborhood as me. Most of the time, we decided to stay local and go to the restaurants near where we used to live (Bermondsey). It was convenient and allowed us to support local places and digest the food on a nice walk back home. That was obviously after I had already gone on a few dates with him.
If it was my first proper date, if given the chance of picking a place, I would always choose meeting for the first time in a cafe or a bar so we can talk, have a few drinks and leave fast (in case I didn’t like the date). Dinner is more formal, and if you end up not liking the person, you have to sit there looking happy, when deep down, you are suffering in silence. Then there is the awkward moment of the bill. If you didn’t like the guy, should you insist in sharing the cost? This way you don’t feel guilt to tell the guy later on that you are not that into him? Awkward, you see! [Read more…]