Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Do cupcakes make me insane?: My best first last date ever.

I went out a few weeks ago with this hot, funny Mediterranean guy. We'd met on twitter and after a few flirtatious DMs, the odd tweet here or there, a phone call (in which - and he still doesn't know this (until now) - I was butt naked going around watering plants in my house) and we'd arranged a date for the following weekend, before a party I was going to in the evening.

I dilly-dallied around with choosing a venue (why do I always do this? I know enough places by now to be able to say immediately "Let's go here" but I never do...) and eventually we settled on lunch in a restaurant in Soho that a friend recommended. I thought, if he's crazy, I can make it last an hour and never see each other again, if he's not then I have the whole afternoon to have fun.

When he arrived, I knew it was going to take considerably longer than an hour...

He literally stole the room. The waiters (I think all bar one were homos too) visibly pumped their over-tight crisp white shirts as he walked in looking truly, breathtakingly good looking. And we actually hit it off. Like, *really* hit off. We didn't order food for an hour. Not kidding. The waiters were bemused at our complete lack of concern for any kind of consumption of food. Of course, it was a date with ME so obviously there was wine there within minutes. Duh.

We laughed, we talked about exes (am I the only person for whom this has always happened on a first date, regardless of how forbidden it is in all dating rulebooks?), we talked about jobs/uni, we did everything you have to. But I found myself actually really liking him. He was suave, bubbly and funny. His smile lit up the room. He knew how good he looked, didn't care that everyone was jealous and I for one was incredibly glad it was me he was sitting opposite.

After our nearly four hour lunch, we went off shopping at a Paperchase - another good sign that we both enjoy a bit of over-priced stationery - for me to purchase a card for the party I was going to later, and him to get a couple of things he wanted. We pottered around, joked at some of the things they had on sale, and then wandered back up to the Hummingbird where we had cupcakes and squashed into a little corner where there wasn't really enough room, but neither of us cared that much.

All in all, it was a pretty magical afternoon. Certainly exceeded all expectations and in my limited experience of first dates, ranked very highly. He walked me back to where I was staying and as we parted ways I wish, I *wish*, I'd been ballsy enough to give him more than the slightly limp hug that he received.

I finished the day with the biggest smile on my face, and couldn't not tell the people I was with about the amazing guy I'd met.

We had date #2 arranged but he was forced to work late at the last minute and cancelled. Since I was already in London for it, I went to something else and said it was fine. Which it was. I knew he was going away a couple of days later for a week, so I just told myself to stay put and wait till he's back and then get to know him more and see if he really is someone I could actually date, after nearly a year and a half not doing so.

Unfortunately, it all sort of fell apart. There was someone else interested in him, and so I acted like a COMPLETE prick and spoiled everything. Which is just how it goes. We never went on the second date. It's a shame because he was lovely and even though my friends have, in their well-trained way, been extolling my virtues and saying what he's missing out on, in my head I know that it was entirely my fault that he got freaked out by me. It was completely justifiable. I got it into my head that I didn't stand a chance against this other guy and so acted out without ever giving the Mediterranean the chance to say he actually did quite want to see me again.

He's going out with someone new now and I'm happy for him. And jealous of the other guy.

But c'est la vie. New city. New place. New job. New term. I'm sure there's lots of new stuff to look forward to.

And by stuff, I mean boys obviously...


  1. Awww, Stefan, this really made me smile! I know that it didn't work out, but honestly, this post SO reminds me of, excitement...stuff!

    His loss, now you CAN enjoy the stuff in the new city :P

  2. haha thank you!! Hopefully I'll FINALLY be able to keep posting to this blog rather than keep changing. I think a more informal style is better anyway. More...chatty! So I'm glad it reminded me of you :)

    And thanks, yeah, I'm really excited to be up here!!