On date number three, I invited Andy over to mine for dinner.
I’m enjoying the ride, but I really just can’t help but wonder where it’s going!
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You know you’re bad when someone else ends up just taking over. I didn’t add enough water to the pasta; I forgot to turn the hob on when trying to make the sauce, and then after I turned it on, I nearly caused a small fire when I put the tea towel on the hob.
Even worse, I stayed quiet when Andy raided my fridge and found some nearly out-of-date rocket.
Deciding to delay my calling to spinsterhood a little longer, I messaged him back, and we eventually met up for a drink. I managed to avoid knocking any drinks over, conversation flowed, and there was no need for an emergency call from my friend to end the date early (she was a pro having done it three times previously).
With the end of the evening and our time to say goodbye soon approaching, we boarded a train to get to our various destinations.
As we hit date six, Andy met my friends and survived their interrogation tactics as they tag teamed each other in the search for information.
None of my friends had ever done the Internet dating scene, so they were curious to find out how ‘normal’ Andy was, without letting on that they knew we had met online. They were impressed that he had agreed to meet them so early on in to our ‘dating / seeing each other’ journey.
I wanted the platform to open up and swallow me on the spot.