Date report – The Virginian
Angel is clearly a popular tube stop for first dates. When I arrived there were at least three other chaps and about the same number of girls sightly nervously checking out everyone who arrived.
Every now and then there would be an awkward hello and they would stride off into the rain together.
I’d described what I was wearing to the Virginian to aid identification. She was carrying a maroon brolly and mentioned it as an easy way to spot her.
The only flaw in this plan was that every woman there with a brolly had a maroon one. There were dozens of them.
There must have been a memo I missed, or a sale somewhere nearby. A brief bout of furious texting managed to identify which one she was, so we had our awkward hello and walked of into the rain together.
The Virginian was about 5’8″ with shoulder length dark brown hair and pale skin. Her eyes were very dark, and twinkly like a birds. She was wearing a black haulter-neck top and dark jeans.
We went to a nearby Japanese restaurant and ordered plum wine. I had a beef and rice dish, she had something with noodles that was brown. It seems that what ever you order in this restaurant you get something faintly brown.
We talked about her arrival, what she thought of London so far and she was adjusting to UK life. It was fun, there was laughter with dashes of light teasing.
For some reason I kept swearing – for attempted comic effect I should add – but after every outburst I got all shy and blushed. Who knows what was going on there?
We even stayed for some frozen yoghurt (or Yo-Gurt if you will). The chocolate flavour was good but the lychee tasted like kitchen cleaner. We still ate it all.
After the restaurant we wondered over to a pub near Exmouth market, my first choice of bar had closed down.
We talked a bit more about things. Her dad used to work for the CIA (cool), so she grew up in some weird places. There weren’t many awkward pauses but we’d covered most of the first date stuff already vast amount of emails we had sent each other.
I had to leave at about eleven because I had a big work thing the next day, we parted with plans to meet up on Saturday.
However I got a text message from her the next day saying she felt it was a bit awkward and asking if really wanted to meet on Saturday. I said yes, but that perhaps we should talk first.
Marriage percentage – 20%
Not an epic first date but a nice evening spent with good company. The Virginian and I will almost definitely stay in touch, although I suspect it will be more of a friends thing.
- If you talk a lot via email before you meet it is possible to run out of things to say when you actually meet
- My London knowledge is out of date, I need to revise
- Booking a date before a big day at work means you can’t get mashed
- No matter what you order in that restaurant, you will get something vaguely brown