My First Date

Now I could have called this my first Tinder date, which it was. But it actually was my first First Date. I had a couple of 'boyfriends' at school which lasted a whole two weeks but have had only one relationship. I met him in the first month of uni and it went from hanging out to going out. No dates per say.

So my first real adult grown up date was two Sundays ago. I did not intend to meet anyone from Tinder. However, I had been chatting to this guy for a couple of days and we clearly got on really well. So when he asked, I agreed. He originally said he would come to Maidstone for a coffee but I said I didn't mind coming up to London. Next thing I know, he has booked us a table at 21 in Covent Garden.

I don't feel normal enough to go on dates. I don't feel like a dating kind of person so I was astonished I agreed to this and even more astonished that I was more excited than nervous. I was of course thinking 'what if we have said all there is to say', 'what if it's all awkward silences', 'what if he is really short' but I was still excited.

I arrived at our meeting point first. When I saw him I laughed a bit because he was nothing like I imagined. He was a bit too short for me... Which was a disappointment, but oh well. Can't win them all! His voice was also more posh than I imagined it would be. So we went to dinner, me knowing I wasn't attracted to him but eager to have a good time.

And we did! We get along very well. It was lovely food, lovely wine and lovely conversation. He settled the bill while I went to the loo which was a bit cheeky and I wasn't too keen on it. Though I know he was being a gentleman. He said as I made the journey to London it was only fair. We then headed upstairs to the cocktail bar where we were met by two crazy spanish bar staff.

He started getting a bit close when we were chatting and my stomach was feeling bloated so I struggled with my one drink and started to feel a bit sick but was still able to enjoy the talk.

Two topics came up which I hoped wouldn't because no one wants to talk about their dead mother and living with their ex on the first date! Haha but it was ok. I did read some dating tips beforehand and it said to go deep with the conversation. Nailed it.

As we tubed it to Victoria I started feeling more and more ill. We got there 25 mins early for my train and he wanted to wait with me but when I saw the train sitting at the platform I decidedly stated I wanted to go get a seat and skedaddled!!

So was on the train for 20 minutes before it even moved and I was feeling awful. I thought I was just bloated from the cheesy food though.

Of course once moving I felt worse and worse. I had faith in the fact that I would make it to maidstone so just curled up in agony. As the train approached East Malling I was excited as this was two stops before mine. But suddenly it all came up. I kept my mouth closed and clamped my hand over it, as soon as the doors opened I jumped off and vomited. I felt very lady like. I slid down the wall and sat down and watched my train leave the platform.

A nice girl came up to me and checked I was ok. She gave me a wipe and walked me to the road where I called a taxi.

I was recovering for 3 days after this!

A good date none the less...