This is the final of the first series of a weekly column by Lucy aka ‘The Cougar’, a woman braving the world of internet dating. I’m already getting updates of the second series!
Have you ever wondered what the term Blind Date actually means? Does it mean we should feel like we are blind-folded and about to walk into the firing line of what ever lies ahead? That we are to be blinded by the sparks of pure animal lust attraction at first sight? Or are we blinded by rage that someone could think that you would be attracted to the person they set you up on the blind date with??
So,Blind Date #1: Couple of phone calls and I must say a few very endearing text message during the week had me hook line and sinker – I was in, fully monty. Game over – no-one else even gets any attention from me all week, even had a few tummy flips in the build up, this is getting dangerous I am telling myself.
I am beginning to hate the first meeting… the ‘hand shake’, it just seems so clinical. Every date I have been on has done it. How obvious to everyone around, it feels like everyone around you is watching with amusement to see what happens next. Off for a romantic walk, a few sneaky glances go back and forth between each other. Much care is being taken by both to look at each other and not up and down each other. Eyes to melt your heart and those tanned legs…I think there might be a bit of attraction here.
It’s time to go home, and it’s really hard to say goodbye and its almost getting painful…it’s all rather awkward and you don’t know whether to shake hands, kiss on the cheek, or what…so you just wave and walk off! But not before the question that I am so unprepared for comes ‘So where to from here’, ‘Would I like to meet again? My mind is racing, there is that slightly uncomfortable silent pause – I’m not really sure if I do want to go out again, I’m not really sure if I don’t – but I find myself agreeing, nodding. Not really saying anything in case the quiver in my voice fails me and lets me down.
So Blind Date Man #1 is the first one to get a 2nd date. I wake up on the Date #2 day with a huge pimple on my left check – result from Friday nights escapades of far too much white wine – not a good start to the day. After a lovely afternoon I get walked to my car…and yes…oh yes…I think he goes for the kiss… but it all happened so fast that I don’t know what happened. But, he got my cheek. And not the right cheek – the left one with the big white wine pimple. I just shrink in embarrassment and jump in my car, drive off, in the wrong direction so that I don’t have to see him or pass him.
No – I haven’t heard from him since. And to add salt to the wound, the back of my legs are so sunburnt it hurts every time I walk, sit down, stand up. It’s a constant reminder for days to come. So, all said and done, this is it for awhile.
Dating has been fascinating, its been fun, interesting…and I can’t wait for next year! I will be much more prepared and hopefully ready to see where dating takes me next time round. Right now, I just need to date myself!
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