Where: We met a bar in Wan Chai on Sunday afternoon. 3 p.m. sounded like a riskless date. My plan was to not spend more than a coupla hours with him. There was pretty much zero probability of getting drunk and/or sleeping with him, it is a sunday afternoon for fuck’s sake. If he was insanely hot and dreamy and intelligent, I would forsake my entire Sunday evening for him because you know, that happens all the time *wink*
He had long hair. He showed up in black alligator Louboutin shoes, checkered jeans, a rock-n-roll tee and a black faux-alligator jacket. Yeah. I know what you’re thinking. The scary thing is that he pulled it the fuck off. After the initial shock of being on a date with Gene Simmons passed, I was surprisingly at ease at him as the contrasts and similarities between us became apparently with equal frequency.
He flicked his long hair back as often as I did. He had studied literature in the best school in the world. He probably earned half as much as I did. He liked to party just as much as I did. He was a cross country runner. He was writing a book. He spoke Spanish.
It was clear as day to me that this fascinating young man was as likely to be my boyfriend as I was to get the Nobel prize in physics. But he was fascinating and we made for good conversation (and that’s as to my credit as it is to his). So it was a brilliant date. I had two lime sodas and he had two vodka oranges when he realised that my sodas had no alcohol. He was visibly upset about this and mumbled a great deal about he wasn’t aware that I intended to return home by 6.30. I was obviously a bit confounded by this because no one really expects a first date to go from 3pm to dinner! He got the check at the first bar and said “you get the next one?”. I said yes and we went to another bar nearby. I couldn’t help wondering what we looked like walking next to each other, like David Bowie and a brown version of Taylor Swift.
I bought us 2 more beers each and got a bit tipsy quite quickly. I felt a little more at east after that. We ended up discussing feminism and animal rights (brilliant topics for a first date, because so many men want to hear about it!), his passion for sports and being plagued with sports injuries, his slightly saddening childhood, his love (and mine) for grammar, writing and so many other things.
He said I was cute, that I was fun and serious in equal measure. He said I was really sunshiney. Twice. He ended up asking me out to our second and third date later that evening. Apparently we are going dancing all night on wednesday and then we are both back in town from Chinese New Year we are going to have a picnic that involves Mexican food and an animal-print picnic blanket. You will be the first to know when either of those preposterous events actually materialise.
In the meantime, I love that I get to go on dates like this with men like this.
Stay tuned for date#3 on Monday – which is with Indian boy of date#1 fame – and date#4 on Tuesday with a very smart and seemingly kind Iranian scientist. I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.