Before you jump to conclusions… I didn’t fart, and neither did he.
I told you previously about my brand spanking new approach to dating, I’m getting matched up good and proper, old school match-making is the game and Intro know how to play.
I went into my first match with an open mind and a friend on emergency stand by (standard). The cold hard truth is… this blind date thing may not be for me.
I’m a stickler for being on-time. Anyone who knows me knows that it’s a real struggle for me to be late for anything. So I took a couple of laps and did a bit of window shopping arriving to the restaurant two minutes early which is actually late for me. My date was nowhere to be found. Now, I don’t want to be dramatic, he was literally only ten minutes late, which isn’t late for most people, for me though… it may as well have been an hour.
Anyway tardiness aside I wasn’t going to let that spoil the date… unfortunately it kind of went downhill from there. I’m a firm believer in the ‘spark’, and I think you know from the get go.
There was no spark.
The guy was perfectly polite, and really friendly, but we didn’t hit it off. Our personalities were different, no real similarities in terms of humour, I felt like I was kind of annoying him (maybe I was).
I don’t think any purpose is served by going into details but it just simply wasn’t for me, and I think we both knew that instantly.
Walking away from my blind date with ‘perfectly polite’ man, I felt defeated. Luckily for me my ‘in case of emergency’ friend is one of the best there is, one phone call later I was perched at a bar drinking a beer and discussing why I may be allergic to dates.
Three drinks later my ‘in case of emergency’ friend was deciding that matchmaking was NOT the way forward. Being out at pubs and meeting people ‘organically’ was the way to do it. A short time earlier, a strapping gent dressed in double denim (questionable but he pulled it off) had caught my eye, he was standing with a group of mates just beside us, that’s when the ‘not so unfortunate-unfortunate’ incident happened.
It was the most disgusting smell I’d smelt in a long time, so putrid was this omission of bodily gases that everyone was attempting to find the perpetrator. Yes lads, an unfortunate fart was about to make my night.
Of course, me and ‘in case of emergency’ weren’t the ones behind the toxic smell, and I could tell ‘double denim’ would NEVER, it was most likely the man between us with the backpack and pony tail… either way the conversation was initiated and my night suddenly picked up.
Turns out ‘double denim’ is pretty good craic and we ended up chatting and dancing (poorly) and having an all round great night. We’ve been on a date (burgers and beer) and I think there could be another one.
Life is weird.
