I began this adventure/entry into the abyss, with the intention of one date per week - no naked dates Mum so stop thinking that you've raised a hussy. I did it mainly with the intention on proving how screwed up the concept of finding someone is these days, but ultimately with the hope that maybe I'll strike a decent bloke eventually. I'm sick of my own company 24/7, I need someone else to annoy. Everyone tells you that you have to kiss a few frogs to find the Prince. Now anyone who knows me is aware that I don't really care for frogs, they are actually one of my biggest fears, no wonder I suck at the dating thing.
To be honest, three dates in three weeks is the best I've done in my entire life so I'm already pretty chuffed even if two out of three have been complete duds. The bar was set pretty low for the next lucky fella to make my delightfully intriguing acquaintance - gee didn't I sound like a wanker then?! If he could hold a conversation, cover a diverse range of topics and manage to make me laugh he'd pretty much impress the socks off me - lucky I wasn't wearing socks on the date so that made it even easier for the lad.
May the crowd please be upstanding for Bachelor number three - please enter the ring for round one Mr J! *ding ding ding* (I've removed the card carrying bikini girls because I don't need the imagery to blow my self esteem this early on, plus lets face it, any normal woman who prefers to actually eat food would rather sit on one of them and force feed them burgers until they explode).
From the initial back and forth messages over Tinder (yes, the app strikes again), Mr J and I seemed to have some banter going on. I sensed a similar sense of humour, we are both looking for someone 'normal' and we have a common interest of a love of food.
His experiences with my gender were equally pretty appalling. He mentioned that if I had a job and didn't expect to be taken to a rape dungeon for the first date I was already starting off on good footing - clearly his expectations were also pretty below par for me to nab a date out of him also, gee I love a low benchmark!
My favourite meal of the day was set as the date time of choice - breakfast. With the combination of two of my greatest loves, coffee and eggs, things really couldn't go wrong. I woke not feeling 100%, i'm not sure if it was the dinner the night before that was making me want to throw up or if I was a wee bit nervous. I'm thinking it was the definitely the dinner.
I put little effort into preparation for this one, sorry Mr J, I really wanted to wear my active wear because now I'm over 30 I love to dress for comfort. The fella was lucky I'd washed by hair and put a little curl to it, that was about it - jeans are an acceptable date attire for future reference, aren't they?
We went to the Northshore Harbour Cafe, Hamilton. Check it out if you've never been, cracking breakfast menu, fantastic coffee plus a view of the river. On a sidenote, I could combine these expeditions with a sponsored post by the venue of choice - could make some extra cash from these posts - Ange, you're a genius! *clap, clap, take a bow*
Usually I'd choose to meet at said location for the first date as we have all learned, a dose of gastro could suddenly come up if he's as boring as bat shit and a speedy get away may be required. However, Mr J offered to pick me up, since he didn't give off any initial stalker vibes and I'd already had a couple of chuckles during message exchanges I agreed.
Whilst waiting for breakfast to arrive the conversation continued to flow easily. After swapping battle stories, his much more shocking than mine, I discovered that some women are bat shit crazy. Covering topics of travel - quite a lot done by Mr J, me nothing. Business - him a lot of highlights, my only really notable experience of recently evacuating a hotel during a neighbouring fire. Life experience, for him only being three years older quite a bit, me yeahhhhhh not much really. I always knew I put work before all else but Jesus, I really have lived a sheltered life - I was borderline worried I was actually boring in comparison.
Anyway, with some good chat and some laughs (mostly at Mr J and his online dates) it was time to go. Mr J dropped me home and date over. No need to escape was felt, I don't think I made too much of an ass of myself, I didn't hoover my breakfast (claps excitedly) and pretty sure I gave some resemblance of a normal functioning adult. All round, not a shit date at all and I even wanted to see him again.
So kids. There you have it. First not at all crap experience. Not sure what will happen next but I'll keep you posted. If date two is on the cards with Mr J...no tag line just Mr J, let us all hope he falls over and makes some kind of ass of himself because the next post may be boring if he doesn't. I may have to cover off on the absurd women met during his experience - they will shock and amaze I can guarantee you that.
NB. No schedule for Bachelor No.4 had been made at the time of writing this post.
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