As any single man or woman will testify, no matter how fun dating can be, we could all do without the dreaded pressure of the first date. Am I right? (That was rhetorical, by the way.)The way I see it, first dates should be as fun and flighty as possible; a mid-week drink here, a Sunday pint there. One guy once took me to a gig on a first date. The band was terrible but the date was not.My worst date ever was the first one after a breakup. I was an emotional wreck. After civilised drinks in a North London pub, we strolled outside and, as the lovely man leant in to kiss me, I burst into tears (how attractive). To his credit, he was an utter gentleman, feebly attempted a joke, placed me in a taxi and, naturally, never called me again.My following first date was far more successful - actually leading to a second, third and even fourth one
Sunday, 25 March 2012
The Scarlett Letters: First Day Tales http://bit.ly/GQpbhf 
As any single man or woman will testify, no matter how fun dating can be, we could all do without the dreaded pressure of the first date. Am I right? (That was rhetorical, by the way.)The way I see it, first dates should be as fun and flighty as possible; a mid-week drink here, a Sunday pint there. One guy once took me to a gig on a first date. The band was terrible but the date was not.My worst date ever was the first one after a breakup. I was an emotional wreck. After civilised drinks in a North London pub, we strolled outside and, as the lovely man leant in to kiss me, I burst into tears (how attractive). To his credit, he was an utter gentleman, feebly attempted a joke, placed me in a taxi and, naturally, never called me again.My following first date was far more successful - actually leading to a second, third and even fourth one
As any single man or woman will testify, no matter how fun dating can be, we could all do without the dreaded pressure of the first date. Am I right? (That was rhetorical, by the way.)The way I see it, first dates should be as fun and flighty as possible; a mid-week drink here, a Sunday pint there. One guy once took me to a gig on a first date. The band was terrible but the date was not.My worst date ever was the first one after a breakup. I was an emotional wreck. After civilised drinks in a North London pub, we strolled outside and, as the lovely man leant in to kiss me, I burst into tears (how attractive). To his credit, he was an utter gentleman, feebly attempted a joke, placed me in a taxi and, naturally, never called me again.My following first date was far more successful - actually leading to a second, third and even fourth one
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