He wasn’t my usual type (I didn’t find him attractive, but he was friends with someone from Made in Chelsea) We went to The Hollywood Arms in Chelsea, he said I should feel special because he’d never taken a girl there before (I felt less ‘special’ when I found out his house was a minute walk away).
The conversation got a little deep when he spoke about his troubled childhood (his servant nearly died trying to get him a coconut from a tree) and how he left home to find independence at 15 (and moved into his parents other flat in Chelsea).
We talked about travelling (he’s going to Cyprus this week with a girl he’s “probably going to bang”) and his entrepreneurship from starting his own company (something to do with property ‘mates rates’ rah rah rah, no idea – Alex Mytton walked past and I got distracted).
He was extremely confident (when we walked outside he accused a random woman of winking at him – she didn’t, her husband didn’t think she did either) It wasn’t the worst date ever (I vocally rated it a 4/10, he called me ‘cold’) he did ask me a few questions about myself (‘do you have any fit friends?’)
But the night was still young so we went to another bar (he took me to a club) he knew all the hot spots (‘this place is always filled with hookers on a Sunday’).
A second date? Maybe (not- when I returned from the bathroom he was chatting up another girl and introduced me as ‘his mate Debs’).