I am breaking my own rules. I know, I know…it is not like me to be so “rebelious” but I thought it would give this one post a more optimistic perspective and that can’t be so bad. When I started this blog, I decided to write about interesting first dates that were long gone in the past. However, wouldn’t it be more exciting to write about a nice first date when there is still hope? You all are fully aware of my catastrophic love life and you know there is a 90% chances that this will not be my “happy beginning” (I can’t stand the expression “happy ending”, what on Earth is happy about an ending???), but let’s hold on to the 10% chances of something good, shall we?
So here I was, depressed after my last big disappointment, seriously debating between making the effort to dress up or simply staying at home on my pjs. I had matched with a guy on tinder (I know, not the best resource, but I truly do not have many options so…no judging) and he seemed incredibly funny, a bit cheeky and interesting. I truly had nothing to loose but the routine of getting ready for first dates was getting a bit frustrating. I finally decided that being lazy about it was not going to make things any easier so I opened my sister’s closet and started to go through a long list of unsatisfactory options. Her clothes weren't the problem, she has the cutest dresses, but it is so nerve-racking to choose an outfit for a first date. We all know you have one shot at a first impression and you need to find balance between looking like a good girl and looking like a sexy lady, sooooo challenging…
Nothing like being punctual to give a good first impression, specially if you are Spanish and the other person expects you to be late. I actually got to the restaurant 10 minutes earlier so I figured I could just go inside, sit at the bar and order a drink. For some reason, even though I have been in a trillion first dates, I was abnormally nervous that evening…I guessed I kind of liked the guy (at least what I knew about him so far).
Just a few minutes after 8 he showed up and I was so relieved he looked like in the pictures :o) However, just because he looked like in the pictures, he was so freaking tall (Dutch size of course). The moment he came close to me, I started considering staying at the bar for dinner; I could not come down from that stool and let him see I was half his size. Oh well, I had mentioned to him I was Mediterranean size so he knew what to expect.
From the very first moment conversation flowed so easily and that strange language he was speaking (something between Spanish, Italian and Portuguese) was actually quite charming; it was like seeing an adorable Mediterranean guy trapped in the body of a 1.90 Dutch man (and I say “man” with so much pride because for once I was on a date with someone older than me with signs of maturity and I should get some credit for that).
I also found his job fascinating, probably because I had never met before anyone working with racing motorbikes and traveling so much around to attend the races. It became quite obvious that he loves speed as much as I hate it but that is certainly not a deal-breaker ;)
Time went by so fast and I was so happy that I had shut down lazy me and got ready for my date. However, we both knew sooner or later we would need to ask for the check…we were the last ones in the dining area. The waitress had gone missing so we just decided to go upstairs and pay at the bar. To my surprise, the moment we got upstairs, he went straight to the door while I was walking to the bar and I looked at him puzzled. What was I missing??? He smiled at me and said ‘I already paid’. I could NOT believe it. I know some of you girls might be thinking ‘what is so weird about that?’. Ummmmm, how can I say this without sounding judgmental? Inviting girls to dinner or drinks is definitely not second nature to men in Northern Europe (I have done enough “research” to be sure about this). So I was surprised in a really good way and giving him many brownie points.
He walked with me to the bus stop and, even though I had had a wonderful time with him, I knew the moment of truth was coming… NOOOOOO, I’m not talking about a good night kiss jeje I was planning on playing hard to get. I am talking about what comes after the “good night”. Those long hours when you can’t stop looking at your phone and wondering when are you supposed to text him if he doesn’t text you. Luckily, the moment I got home I saw a message on my phone and it put such a stupid smile on my face to read that he had enjoyed my company so much.
As you can imagine, I can’t really give a lesson this time but I can give some advice…do not miss on opportunities :)
So here I was, depressed after my last big disappointment, seriously debating between making the effort to dress up or simply staying at home on my pjs. I had matched with a guy on tinder (I know, not the best resource, but I truly do not have many options so…no judging) and he seemed incredibly funny, a bit cheeky and interesting. I truly had nothing to loose but the routine of getting ready for first dates was getting a bit frustrating. I finally decided that being lazy about it was not going to make things any easier so I opened my sister’s closet and started to go through a long list of unsatisfactory options. Her clothes weren't the problem, she has the cutest dresses, but it is so nerve-racking to choose an outfit for a first date. We all know you have one shot at a first impression and you need to find balance between looking like a good girl and looking like a sexy lady, sooooo challenging…
Nothing like being punctual to give a good first impression, specially if you are Spanish and the other person expects you to be late. I actually got to the restaurant 10 minutes earlier so I figured I could just go inside, sit at the bar and order a drink. For some reason, even though I have been in a trillion first dates, I was abnormally nervous that evening…I guessed I kind of liked the guy (at least what I knew about him so far).
Just a few minutes after 8 he showed up and I was so relieved he looked like in the pictures :o) However, just because he looked like in the pictures, he was so freaking tall (Dutch size of course). The moment he came close to me, I started considering staying at the bar for dinner; I could not come down from that stool and let him see I was half his size. Oh well, I had mentioned to him I was Mediterranean size so he knew what to expect.
From the very first moment conversation flowed so easily and that strange language he was speaking (something between Spanish, Italian and Portuguese) was actually quite charming; it was like seeing an adorable Mediterranean guy trapped in the body of a 1.90 Dutch man (and I say “man” with so much pride because for once I was on a date with someone older than me with signs of maturity and I should get some credit for that).
I also found his job fascinating, probably because I had never met before anyone working with racing motorbikes and traveling so much around to attend the races. It became quite obvious that he loves speed as much as I hate it but that is certainly not a deal-breaker ;)
Time went by so fast and I was so happy that I had shut down lazy me and got ready for my date. However, we both knew sooner or later we would need to ask for the check…we were the last ones in the dining area. The waitress had gone missing so we just decided to go upstairs and pay at the bar. To my surprise, the moment we got upstairs, he went straight to the door while I was walking to the bar and I looked at him puzzled. What was I missing??? He smiled at me and said ‘I already paid’. I could NOT believe it. I know some of you girls might be thinking ‘what is so weird about that?’. Ummmmm, how can I say this without sounding judgmental? Inviting girls to dinner or drinks is definitely not second nature to men in Northern Europe (I have done enough “research” to be sure about this). So I was surprised in a really good way and giving him many brownie points.
He walked with me to the bus stop and, even though I had had a wonderful time with him, I knew the moment of truth was coming… NOOOOOO, I’m not talking about a good night kiss jeje I was planning on playing hard to get. I am talking about what comes after the “good night”. Those long hours when you can’t stop looking at your phone and wondering when are you supposed to text him if he doesn’t text you. Luckily, the moment I got home I saw a message on my phone and it put such a stupid smile on my face to read that he had enjoyed my company so much.
As you can imagine, I can’t really give a lesson this time but I can give some advice…do not miss on opportunities :)