Miss Fifi Update 2

Time to update on what has happened since I took the plunge and targeted all the reasonably normal sounding men on POF  (N=2, by the way, should you be curious!) and asked them out for drinks.

I write this wearily on the train to work after Date Number 1. We shall call him The Cute Geek - a good-looking, nice, shy lad who works in software engineering. Overall, I would term the whole date 'pleasant' - although I know as well as anybody, that really that adjective's only acceptable usage is when describing an afternoon spent with relatives.

            I faithfully followed my dating expert friend 'the Guru's' advice: I must stick to sipping gin and tonics as a way of combating my tendency of getting too tipsy (AKA smashed!) on first dates. Firstly, we had the typical chat about all the get-to-know you stuff. It was pretty clear to me from early on, that although he was a lovely guy and obviously somewhat shy and/or nervous (cue panic that I literally terrify men!), we had about as much chemistry together as the leads in a very poorly made rom-com.

So, what did we talk about? One word, SMARTPHONES (despite the fact I had confessed early on I was a complete technophobe). Who knew there was so much to discuss?  I began to wish I'd followed my usual routine of downing a bottle of shiraz...

Again though, I will reiterate, that despite the predominance of technological chat, it was a pleasant evening. Although there was a distinct lack of sparks, it definitely hasn't put me off the whole internet dating thing as he was very nice. As we were leaving and making our way awkwardly to the station (eeek, how's it going to end?!? We're both silently asking and fearing!), I sneaked a text to Miss P telling her I'd debrief her about the date in the morning.

When the cute geek and I arrived at the station, my auto-pilot response kicked in and I began desperately scanning the timetable screens for the next train home. Unfortunately, there was a train in three minutes, which I blame for the awkward "kiss and run" which followed. I literally pecked him on the cheek and without thinking, legged it to the opposite end of the concourse with a cursory "Byeeee, see you soon!" called after me.

As I slumped onto the train just in the nick of time, I received a text from Miss P in response to my promise I'd debrief her on the whole date debacle in the morning. It read: "I assume this means there was no "de-briefing" action tonight then? Ha!"

This led me to reflect on 3 things:


1. Worryingly, Miss P's text was the wittiest thing I'd heard all evening.


2.  Given my recent antics with other Oxbridge alumni, this comment was justified. Oh the shame!


3. I realised that I was actually quite out of breath from my sprint across the station. Poor guy, I literally had run away from him! 



Oh even more shame!