Another week, another date.
For someone who hasn’t been on a date in quite some time, I’ve certainly been getting out and about in the past few weeks. Five in Five is a brilliant idea, and even if you don’t meet the man (or woman) of your dreams, the concept of an excuse (yes, I realise that is blunt) to ask someone out is often all the confidence one needs to get out there.
I’ve certainly learnt a lot about dating as well. Some people will openly admit to opting for a drinks date with their prospective partner, citing an easy out option before dinner if things are not going well. For some, lunch or coffee doesn’t count as a date – for others, an evening meal is the only option.
This week’s date was an example of the latter. Dinner was planned following a chance meeting while out with a girlfriend a few weeks back. The Five in Five thing was a topic of discussion and low and behold, I had set up date number 4.
Another thing I have learnt these past weeks is that the more you do something, the less intimidating and nerve racking that thing is. On that note, I would highly recommend continuing dating after Five in Five is through – otherwise we will all find ourselves back at square one, rarely dating and forever finding oneself on the couch alone on a Saturday night.
But back to the fun at hand and date number four. Let’s call him Superman (I think that’s the only name I have left from my original list – will have to think of something else for date five). A top Melbourne restaurant was suggested and I was looking forward to a night out.
A quick chat with Lola and I was assured we wouldn’t get in at said Melbourne eatery without a booking. Suddenly, and based on the previous dates, my old assumptions about dating were back. Were the expectations of women in 2011 too high? Am I living in a romantic comedy dreamland?
I arrived at the eatery at the designated time to find Superman waiting outside. Greetings exchanged and Superman advised he had in fact made a booking, however due to the restaurant sitting times we had an hour to kill so the bar next door seemed the perfect spot for a pre-dinner drink.
Sport, politics and conversation about writing flowed easily and the pre-dinner drink hour quickly passed. We returned to the restaurant and enjoyed the amazing food and drink they are famous for, before the hour grew late for a school night and it was time to head home.
A fabulous night out – great food, great company and a little of my faith in dating and boys restored. Superman really is out there to save the world, one girl at a time.
And so week five is upon us and the final date is yet to be planned. Stay tuned – one week to go.
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