KiranLet the games begin
September 17th 2006 13:42
What the hell am I going to wear?
Some may find this question a fair one to ask while others may be disgusted by its superficial, girly girl connotations. Yet first impressions are always important when you will be attending your first internet date at your chosen local pub.
The pace has stepped up a notch in my internet dating challenge as I have even begun to give my number out to guys who I have been playing ping pong email messages with.
My date is aptly named Vincenzo. Although with the photos he has been sending me on his mobile phone, (yes, we have been text message flirting on the most innocent level) I am aware that he is not of southern European descent, and is actually sounding more Australian as I probe him with more questions.
So I go out and buy my new outfit as a symbol of my new and adventurous dating lifestyle and have agreed to meet him at my favourite pub for a couple of beers.
Number 1 rule: Make sure you choose the place so that it will be possible for you to make a quick dash if your date turns out to have an extra limb and a bad case of tourettes.
Number 2: Have a friend at bay. Even if they are simply a phone call away, it is a quick message with a code signal of ‘ET’ and home will be closer than you think.
Number 3: Do not get obscenely drunk with your date that you forget about them and start chatting up the fellow next to him.
Number 4: Make them ask you questions about yourself instead of them narcissistically talking about their recent high achievement award as manager of their local Macdonalds.
My date gets drunk (I told him I liked gold tequila slammers and he took this as a good excuse to line them up one after another all night.) He then proceeds to grab my arse as a less than subtle come on line, and I then find out he has lied about having studied the same Fine Arts course as myself just so he can get me into bed.
Thankfully I am at my local pub and my friends quite conveniently seem to be turning up in droves (even without a phonecall.) I lose my date in the crowd and tell his friend I’m not interested. Sounds quite harsh I know, but I am not interested in dating drunk, narcissistic liars. Although the night has been fun and I stumble home with a big smile on my face thinking that I have just survived my first online dating saga. It can only get better?
Some may find this question a fair one to ask while others may be disgusted by its superficial, girly girl connotations. Yet first impressions are always important when you will be attending your first internet date at your chosen local pub.
The pace has stepped up a notch in my internet dating challenge as I have even begun to give my number out to guys who I have been playing ping pong email messages with.
My date is aptly named Vincenzo. Although with the photos he has been sending me on his mobile phone, (yes, we have been text message flirting on the most innocent level) I am aware that he is not of southern European descent, and is actually sounding more Australian as I probe him with more questions.
Number 1 rule: Make sure you choose the place so that it will be possible for you to make a quick dash if your date turns out to have an extra limb and a bad case of tourettes.
Number 2: Have a friend at bay. Even if they are simply a phone call away, it is a quick message with a code signal of ‘ET’ and home will be closer than you think.
Number 3: Do not get obscenely drunk with your date that you forget about them and start chatting up the fellow next to him.
Number 4: Make them ask you questions about yourself instead of them narcissistically talking about their recent high achievement award as manager of their local Macdonalds.
My date gets drunk (I told him I liked gold tequila slammers and he took this as a good excuse to line them up one after another all night.) He then proceeds to grab my arse as a less than subtle come on line, and I then find out he has lied about having studied the same Fine Arts course as myself just so he can get me into bed.
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