Not a bad night
You can always tell it's going to be a strange night, when you're sharing a bus with two clowns, a policewoman in uniform, and a female construction worker, complete with hard hat, all on their way for a night on the town. Still, that's what happens when your first date is on Halloween. Yep, last night was the date with Cat.We met outside the cinema at 8 - early enough to figure out the times, then go and hide in a pub somewhere until it starts. After a bit of browsing, we decided on 30 Days of Night - you can't really do a halloween date and not watch a horror. She insisted on paying, practically shoving me out of the way.
While we were waiting for the film to start, we went to Revolution for cocktails. Usually, cocktails are more expensive, but I already knew she likes vodka and redbull, which is stupidly expensive everywhere anyway, so no matter. I got her a RBNY (Vodka redbull, but with apple vodka), and I got a Del Boy - pineapple juice, Malibu, vodka and Blue Curacao. For her round, she got a Russian Bride, and I got a Jammy Dodger (I have no idea what was in it...but it was red and lumpy. Strangely tasty though, despite it's menstrual appearances).
By the time we got to the cinema, we'd loosened up a little, and got the first kiss out of the way just as we were sitting down. The cinema was packed, so we had to behave, but she still ended up with wandering hands.
After the film, we went back to her place. She'd already told me she was living in a flat above a shop, and when we got back, I was quite surprised at how nice it was. Flats above shops are usually dingy, nasty holes. This was modern, clean, and very nice.
After a bit of heavy petting in the living room, we moved things to the bedroom, where we stayed for the next 3 hours or so, swapping between sex and chat. She accused me of being emotionless, which I suppose is fairly accurate for me, at least on the first few dates. Let's face it, if I got butterflies and emotions for every first date, I'd be just about due my third or fourth nervous breakdown by now.
At 2am, she kicked me out, because "firstly, I only have a single bed, and secondly, I don't want to do the awkward morning after thing." On the way home, I got a text off her - "Still friends?" I replied that of course we were and I had a good night, and we bid each other sweet dreams.
So overall, not a bad date at all. As I said before, physically, she's not *completely* my type, but I could also do a lot worse. Also, she's in no doubt that I'm not making any commitments to her (in fact, she refused to even acknowledge last night as a date - it was a 'meeting' to see if we get on before we arrange a date, apparently), so I don't need to feel tied down.
Will there be a second date? Who knows. It's certainly possible.
Song of the day: Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch
posted by SingleGuy @ 2:37 pm
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