'Eat me' dates

Well, I've eaten a good dinner as my mother would say and I'm sitting here typing up the events of last night's date. I was somewhat disappointed that Mr Average had 'too much month at the end of the money' and as a result, didn't have enough to even go halvsies on a Wetherspoons Grill Club special so we ended up going to the civil service club instead. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mind the place and to be honest my cousin even held her wedding reception there but it's not as cheap as it was, much to Mr A's chagrin!

We chose a seat near the door and scanned the clientele - they ranged from porters to fully blown officials but one thing was clear, they were more than a little odd - one gentleman was blatantly sticking his hands into his pockets in a gesture which I believe is known as 'pocket billiards' and there was a group of colleagues who looked as though they were rejects from Top Of The Pops in the 1970s! There was also a rather lovely comb over which was carefully arranged on top of the man's head to conceal his increasing baldness.

After two white wine spritzers I started to loosen up. Mr A was being as amusing as he usually was in the office - quoting lines from Monty Python and enthralling me with his knowledge of pretty much anything (I'd imagine he's a whizz on a quiz team!) I appriased his appearance: sandy coloured hair, blue eyes and a clear complexion. He's tall though, which is always a bonus because I'm a strapping 5ft 9incher. His dress sense could improve though, so if we hit it off I'll take him along to M&S, Next and Burton and try to improve his wardrobe.

At about 21:15 I decided that it was time to go home - after all mother does worry if I'm out too late and Mr A decided to walk me back to Charing Cross Station. Whilst waiting for the 21:39 he tried to kiss me, now I've no problems with holding hands with friends in public but I do baulk at public displays of affection, especially on Tuesday nights in February, so I gently pushed him away. I don't think he minded though because he grinned and said he'd see me at work the next day. Whilst on the train I ruminated on the evening just passed, it had been fun but was it really 'living?' After all, I am turning 40 next week....