After an excellent Saturday evening and night away for a friend’s birthday and anniversary night out, I had another first date on Sunday evening. This was with a chap I’d met on the free dating site I was on last year. He’d contacted me in the autumn and we’d chatted online, and on the phone, and had agreed to meet. However it just didn’t happen then.
He randomly got in touch last week and suggested we meet up. We agreed to meet on Sunday for a drink in the evening at Lakeside’s boardwalk – it’s a restaurant/bar complex attached to a large out-of-town shopping centre, so there’s lots of places to choose from.
I knew he was a bit younger than me – about the same age as CSG it turns out – lives in Essex and works in banking in the city. He turned up, and on time, which was a good start. He wasn’t particularly smartly dressed, but his clothes were all Hollister and the like so he clearly takes an interest in what he wears. He was wearing a camouflage jacket (by Hollister) which was a bit strange as CSG wears one all the time. His is from when he was in the army, rather than a “fashion” one, but a bit unnerving all the same.
Banker boy was very sweet – and clearly a bit nervous – but there definitely wasn’t any spark from my perspective. He wasn’t very decisive, and I kept having to decide which place we were going to go to, where to sit, if we were eating or just having a drink etc. It grated after a while.
Although the conversation wasn’t too stilted, it was a bit of an effort at times. The age gap with him really showed I felt, and we just really didn’t have all that much in common; he was really dismissive about my job, which didn’t help his case! He also lives at home, having moved back with his parents after breaking up with his last serious girlfriend. I did know that prior to meeting, but hadn’t realised how long he’d been there – and that he’s not in any hurry to move back out.
I made my excuses after 90 minutes and left (it seemed much longer!). Not a good indicator of a successful date. He got in touch on Monday to suggest meeting again, but I tactfully declined. Oh well. No harm in trying; you never know what’s around that corner.