Well about to go to bed. Before 1am which is pretty good too. Had a good dinner (Macaroni cheese) and watched friends and ER which was good (some good old Comedy and Tragady). Now I am tired and about to go to bed. Ok ok, I will tell you about the date before I go.
Had a bath, got dressed. Big debate on what to wear (do I go trendy, do I go jeans and a T shirt. This is vastly complicated but I probably made a bigger deal than it warranted. Wore my nice blue soviet jeans and my 'Bad Ass Cafe' golf shirt from Dublin). Got all the train times right and left promptly on time. Then had to comeback to the flat to get my cell phone (very nb as if something went wrong with the plans, I would have no way of contacting her or being contacted). So now my perfect timing is blown and I have to run for the train. Which I do but the train is late. Then when it does arrive its on the wrong platform and I have to bolt for the right platform (along with everyone else). I get to Clapham Junction and head up Northcote road to a pub called 'The Holy Drinker' which was recommended to me by my mate Ben (I had actually been before but didn't know this till I got there.
So Vicky (that’s her name) is there waiting for me. Cause I was late. Cause the train was late. Which is annoying cause I had the timing planned right. But didn't seem to be a big deal. What was quite cool was that neither of us seemed to be uncomfrtable at all. Even thought we didn't really know each other. Although I did smoke a bit more than I normally do which would indicate some nervousness. Anyway we talked for about 3 hours or so which was really good. When I was dating Ella the biggest problem was that there was just no conversation. Conversation is a big important for me when dating someone. But went really well. Had a good time.
Quite a different girl to most girls I have met. Largely cause she isn't a consultant or in the corporate world. Which was quite interesting for me as you (meaning me) get quite used to being wrapped up in the normally consulting vibe and most of my friends work for consulting firms or banks or computer firms and you tend to forget the rest of the normal world isn't quite as secular. She is an English girl with quite a strong accent (of the nufing, bruver, innit variety) and has a similar physique to Leora a bit (only a bit) but a completely different face I think. She also has a nose ring (which looks good on her) and quite a few earrings (but not too many or enough to classify as too many) and a tattoo. Although I only she has a tatt since I saw it at the Tanya Donelly gig.
So date went well. I invited her back to Wandsworth for a bite to eat but she said she should get on home. She also said some other time would be good. And when she was leaving to get onto he train said that she had work off over Easter and we could get together then maybe. So all in all a nice time with a nice girl. So I feel quite good about myself.
On the other hand it wasn't a date. See my blog from earlier today. We don't date anymore. But it was a good date even if it wasn't a date.
