Where we met: Through a mutual friend (OFFLINE)
Attraction: He was a little shorter than me but…
On the evening of the date I messaged to let him know I had arrived:
“Why didn’t you just say by the WW11 War Memorial?!”
“I’M TOO EXCITED TO THINK”
“You’re gonna be hard work.”
My date arrived:
He handed over a carrier bag: “I don’t want your rubbish!” – “Debbie, look inside it…” – “Oh, sorry (it’s been a rough month)”
We reached the entrance. I spread out my long limbs to barge through the enormous queues: “Henry get behind me!”
To go on the rides we needed to purchase tokens, apparently it was two tokens per ride.
“I’ll take 40” – “Debbie, that’s ridiculous. I’m not spending 40 quid on –”
“WE’LL TAKE 100!!”
Then the carnival worker demanded more! Henry stepped in:
“WE GOT TOLD TWO TOKENS A RIDE!” – “Sorry this one is 8.”
No longer “millionaires” we boarded the ride (Henry muttered: “how do you sleep at night” to the carnival worker. Hindsight, not the best thing to do to the guy controlling the ride). It began at a nice pace but soon sped up (this would have been fine) but after Henry’s minor disagreement with the conductor, every time we bombed past their control box they let off the “fake snow” (washing up liquid).
We went on a few more rides: “This is definitely a children’s ride. We are the oldest here by about 10 years” – “No it’s not!”
As I chose dinner (“waffles are NOT dinner” – “it is in Candy Land” – “please stop quoting elf.”)
Henry chose the final ride, I had specifically said no to a couple (“my breasts can’t handle vertical drops”).
He chose this:
“Henry I can’t.” (I began hyperventilating in the queue)
“You’ll be fine it will be over in 4 seconds.”
“You wont be saying that when my breasts fly out my mouth!”
“Wish I’d brought my go pro.”
“How much though?”
And here’s that special video of me having the most wonderful date of the year.