Date 1

Day 6: dating statistics

Messages: 5
Dates: 1
Hangover: 1

So, a week into this internet dating malarkey I have had my first date. With little email banter to base ourselves on, I took the plunge and said- sod it, let's just meet.

The date

A busy bar, football's just finished..
A tall guy looking lost. That's him.
A broad smile and an awkward embrace,
I need a drink.

How do you start? Nice eyes? No not that..
'So.. Here we are then.. two strangers..'
It works. He smiles. Nice.
His umbrella is broken. I don't have one.
My hair is going to hate me later..

He's chatty. An active mind.
His eyes wander off when he's thinking,
He chuckles a lot,
He's tall. I like tall.
I think he wants to kiss me.. Not yet, I think.

We move to another bar.
There's a rubbish band on,
We scoff at it together.
We watch people dance, badly.
He reaches for my hand.

Time to go.
He wants to stay out.
I'm tired, its been a long week.
He finds me a taxi,
There is a kiss ?

The text came this morning.
Date 2.. TBC.