After some reflection, now my dating challenge is complete, I have come to the conclusion that largely I’m looking for the same qualities in a date/relationship/future life partner as everyone else: Fairly dull things like being kind, paying attention, not being too flashy, making me laugh and being lighthearted – it’s not really rocket science, … Continue reading »
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Six in six with six
Who knew?! I think even when I shook hands on the challenge, in the warmth of June, I doubted I would complete it. Yet, six dates, one extra unofficial date, one near miss of a date, two kisses, one breakfast, two dinners, and a LOT of red wine later, here I am. What fun I’ve … Continue reading »
Number six in the Holy Drinker
If this challenge were a film I think it would end a little like this: The overlooked but kindhearted fellow office worker who I barely speak to/friend’s flatmate/man on the 155 bus/other previously unthought about but ever present male gets up the courage to ask me out. I suddenly realise that this is the man … Continue reading »
On getting over-excited and then not being called after all
We’ve had some silly stories and a bit of pop-psychology this week. All of it an attempt I guess to rationalise with wider sociological patterns the fact that Piano did not call me, or settle a time and place once he’d said he’d like to meet me for a drink. According to Tuesday’s post, this … Continue reading »
On finding, and losing, the only single man at the wedding
On Saturday I was at the completely fabulous wedding of KM, one of the greatest friendship finds I’ve made while living in London, and the author and rulesetter of the six in six with six challenge. Everyone arrived for afternoon tea in their finest, we sang The Beatles during the ceremony, drank copious amounts of … Continue reading »
The perils of the unplanned post-date chance encounter
I ran into one of my six last night, while I was out for drinks with my flatmate. This wasn’t a planned ‘run into’ and although I suspected it could happen, I hadn’t really come up with a battleplan on how to act in this situation… I reckon there are three potential variations on this: … Continue reading »
The trade-off
So in the wake of official date number five, I think I might be having a crisis of feminist conscience. Someone said to me recently that their mother had given them a rule of thumb for dates: You look pretty, they pay the bill. I thought this sounded quite good advice, and being fed lovely … Continue reading »
Number five, take two
Which leads me to Official Date Number Five, who wined and dined me in high style at Hix. I thought it would just be drinks – pricey, but delicious cocktails at Mark’s Bar, which won the Observer Food Monthly’s award for the best place to drink. But after a couple of hours, he announced he … Continue reading »
Number five, take one
So this is where it gets complicated. Because I’ve been on two dates in the last couple of days, and while the first is the fifth date I’ve been on, he, according to the rules, does not count, as he is not a brand new person I have not met before. Which means that the … Continue reading »
Number four for breakfast
So after all those deep and meaningful thoughts, political and spiritual, back to the task in hand. Dating. And this date, it had been agreed, would take place at breakfast time. Like all great and ‘alternative’ ideas, this one was all fine until my alarm went off at 6.30am. 6.30am, with my hair to sort … Continue reading »
