Your stomach is dancing
around your internals to the tune of nervousness of the first meeting. This is
somebody you know from work and that's the way it usually works with
relationships: either from education or, more probably, the workplace. It’s a
risky business to ask someone out you have to see everyday; however I will have
it down on record that she initiated it.
A little bit of a backstory
to your blogger; I left college not too long ago after doing many A Levels, too
many for me to handle. This resulted in a year of confusion as to what to do
next in life so like all gap year students… I got a job. I tried a few before
stumbling onto one that I am comfortable in. Starbucks. Everything fit into
place finally. Savings, gym, part time Open University degree in English
Language and Literature, and I had a connection to other people which I had not
had in the last year as my friends had left for uni.
And that's where I had
met her. I’m sure many of you reading this have different romance stories and
would say that mine is ridiculously cliché’. I hadn’t had much success with
girlfriends, my friends had partners they had been with for 3 years; and they
were eighteen! So naturally one can assume that they must have something
amazing about them that you simply don’t possess, I was right however though
that they did possess something I lacked, the ability to see something good
when it is right in front of me.
So I started Starbucks as a
fresh face looking optimistically into the new career path I had chosen. I can
only extend the highest gratitude toward my manager as it allowed me to meet
Charlotte (who hopefully will be a recurring character in my blogs) and
although she thought I was daft, it must have worked because we are about to go
on a holiday together to surprise location- at least for Charlotte it is.
Back to the puddle of sweat
of a first date, I may over exaggerate for effect but I really was nervous. I
did not know her all to well and then there are other difficulties: where to
go, what to order and how to act. The fact is that you need an icebreaker; so
maybe going to Bella Italia on New Street Birmingham was a real drill of the
ice sheet between us. Forty minutes we waited, but it gave us a laugh, and
that's what you need, no formalities, no suits, just good simple icebreaker. To
be comfortable with each other.
And so it came to be that
worlds worst date was indeed to ideal first date. It must of worked I assume, I
didn’t come across as arrogant or vane but just somebody who you can have a
good time with, that's why I would suggest against the cinema (which
coincidentally turned out to be a great date at The Electric Cinema). But more
on that later
