So, following Henry and I’s brief fling, it was back to the singles market.
Now, I’m not sure about how other ladies feel, but about a year and a half into dating, I started to lose interest/hope. Conversations and small talk felt repetitive, the same dull bars, filled with the same dull people …. urgh, I was so over it, yet, I kind of didn’t want to give up hope that there were some normal people out there.
For me personally, it wasn’t just the dullness, it was the sheer amount of weirdo’s I seemed across, from one lunatic to the next. I mean, I wasn’t looking for the man I was going to marry, but surely there was just one normal person out there that could give me some hope? Or even just a great date?
After Henry and I had got back on level terms, I had decided to get back on the dating apps.
After the standard few conversations that didn’t lead anywhere, or even worse, conversations in which I realised that I would never be able to date a man that couldn’t spell. I started to chat to a guy called Prince.
Yes, ladies, actual name.
After chatting to Prince for a couple of days, he seemed so much fun, his jokes on message cracked me up to the point I would be crying at my work desk (always working hard), he lived in Chelsea (lucky thing), was a creative (big tick) and when he threw a Rupaul drag race line at me mid message, I was sold. Date it was.
We agreed to meet at a pub South Ken way, which is usually waaaaay out of my willingness to travel to a date, but Prince seemed so fun, I made the exception. Even the date location sounded fun, we were meeting at a pub with old school board games which was also known for 90’s music, I mean, even if Prince turned out to be the dullest man on the planet, as long as there was a bit of “I’m a dreamer” rocking out in the background, I would enjoy it.
As I walked into the pub, I noticed Prince straight away. I mean how couldn’t I, he was so hot…
But not just hot, Prince was immaculate hot. He looked like a catalogue model.
Jeez, I felt underdressed and undergroomed and that says a lot.
I made my way over to the table and as the male model stood up, the next thing that, well, I wasn’t quite expecting….
“Oh my god, B, babes you look totally amazing” he exclaimed. (Hands in the air)
He then followed this greeting by pulling up the corner of my coat up and announcing ..
“And Reiss, this season, wow, you got this gurl”
Oh good god, he knew this was a Reiss coat, he was immaculately hot and dressed better than me, surely this could only mean one thing.
But I’m not one to be jump to conclusions or anything.
Anywhooo, after greeting one another (air kiss on both cheeks noted) Prince and I settled down to our date. He was amazing and we had so much in common. We chatted about everything, from blogging, to design, to travelling, to the Kardashians, to Rupaul drag race… (okay in retrospect I’m judging me too).
After chatting for an hour and honestly not realising where the time had gone, we pulled out “Guess who”
(See, I told you, best. date. ever)
Now a bottle of prosecco down (noted), we were being overly critical of the faces staring back at us from the cards. After starting with the standard Guess Who questions; “Are they wearing glasses?”, “Do they have hair”, “Are they male of female”, things were taking a sinister turn;
“Do they look like they would hang around a kids playground?”
“Would you have sex with them?”
A few of the great and drunken Guess who questions we threw out there. All of a sudden, Prince hit me with another unexpected line…
“Put down any bitch that is looking less than basic”
Okay, camp slap number five, noted.
I mean, truth be told, I actually loved this man, for all the wrong reasons, but none the less, loved him.
As the prosecco continued to flow, the date just got better and better, we moved from judging our cards to judging pub goers and making ridiculous stories about them.
As we judged people walking in and out of the bar. A pretty beautiful man strutted through the door.
I looked at Prince. He realised. I realised.
We were both checking out the same man.
I had to hold in giggling, but Prince looked a little uncomfortable I had just caught his stare (bless him), so stopped myself.
The rest of the night was perfect and so much fun. It ended with us energetically dancing round the pub to 90’s classic “Finally”.
I honestly had the best date, not for the right reasons of course, but was so sad it was over. (Sadder than most of the men I have dated to be honest – LOL).
As the evening came to a close, Prince and I headed outside where I ordered an Uber, he insisted on paying (such a sweet guy) but I politely declined.
We both stood there awkwardly. Usually a great date ended with a great kiss, but it was so obvious that neither of us wanted that. As we went in for the awkwardest hug in the world…
It was so obvious that Prince had seen me, seeing him (makes sense) checking out the hot pub guy and I think it was a little mutual understanding.
“Thanks for a great date B and for letting me be totally myself” he said.
Honestly, my little heart has never quite melted like it did that night. He was the nicest guy ever and it was so nice that he had managed to feel himself for an evening.
It was safe to say, I didn’t hear from Prince again. It seemed it wasn’t just me looking for my Prince charming in our pairing and I genuinely hope that he is somewhere right being totally himself with some hot pub guy in tow.
Following the great date, that I was so in need of, as much as I enjoyed myself, I really was looking for a none gay date that I could enjoy.
Turns out the next date, definitely wasn’t gay….
Thanks for reading again.