Where we met: Happn (makes a change)
On the evening of the date I was feeling a little poorly and my sister had come over to look after me (“Debbie you just choked up a lung” – “I can’t cancel I’m on a tight schedule with these dates” – “you are going to make him ill”)
“Hey, it’s Ronnie” – “I know. Why are you calling?” – “I like to hear my dates voice before meeting up with them..”
“Also wanted to tell you I’m leaving for America next Tuesday, so I just wanted to put that out there…” – “Ok.” – “You seem a little quiet?”
(YES. Because my sister is sat in my room right now and this is really really weird.)
“Well…I’ll see you soon”
“Why is he calling you?” – (because he’s informing me this will be a one night stand at most) My sister does worry… “Oh, he just wanted to double check on plans.”
I arrived at the tube station and sent Ronnie a message to let him know:
“Do you want to get a drink at my place before?” (not really) “ok – where do you live” – “Just next to the station, the concierge will let you in”.
I made my way to the building (the concierge ignored my banging) luckily someone was leaving the building so I snuck in (and got trapped).
“Yeah… I’m in the mail room?” – “You’re where?! How?!”
We (he) decided to miss the drink and go straight to the restaurant – “Shall we get an Uber?” – “No Debbie its round the corner” – “I’m pretty much suffering with early phenomena”
We got in the Uber… I knew my date and I had shared more friendship like humour, however there’s always the possibility that there could be a chance of romance…
We arrived at the restaurant, next door was a Pret a Manger: “wanna go there instead?!” (don’t even joke).
He took matters into his own hands and asked the waiter: “What’s your best wine” (then ignored his suggestions) “do you have the house?” (every bar has the “house” that’s why its called the house.)
I mentioned the random phone call “It was a bit odd?” (and just as that sodding waiter strolled over with our starters and wine…) “I just didn’t want you to think I’d left the country because of you.”
(Well that would of absolutely never crossed my mind) “I thought you were suggesting a one night stand?!” – “oh god no, this is just a “friends” date.” – “I need to go to the bathroom.”
When I returned the waiter glanced over.. “More wine?”
Shut up and pour.
We had our mains and after the waiter cleared our plates, and said (pretty much as a joke) “desserts?”
You know what, YES. YES I DO WANT ALL THE FUCKING DESSERT IN THE WORLD.
I couldn’t eat my dessert (I couldn’t breath) I was really ill (and starting to tell my date this wasn’t the flu…)
He called over for the check and offered to pay (thank god – completely skint after this month) the waiter got out the card machine (and was ready to have the last laugh) and handed it to me.
We left … and I turned just as my date went through the door and locked eyes with the waiter.