So a couple months ago I decided that being single is no more fun. Gone are the days of two-for-one dominos and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s in bed on weekends, mourning the loss of my self-centered ass (and this is not just said as a heart-broken girl who got dumped, this is said as anyone who ever even had the immense pleasure of fraternizing for more than a split second. Actually a look at him from a far would do to come to the correct conclusion) of an ex bf.
(Also the pizza and ice cream became rather visible on my hips this last year, so a new lifestyle is in desperate need!)
Who knew how much fun London could be when emerging in the world of eye-lash batting, flirting and casual dating?!
So I have been putting myself out there, starting off with one innocent date a week, but quickly and securely getting the hang of it and moving on to a good handful of dates when ever my filo fax told me I had a spare minute. I have actually had to double book a couple nights, doing lunch at the Bluebird, then a nice Italian dinner followed by late night drinks at Eclipse. (How crazy is that, right?) Especially because I am absolutely not the dating type, and when I think of it don’t know whether I have actually ever really dated before.
The whole experience has been rather fun and has given me an excuse to stop practicing my awful piano pieces and (not awful but just hard) Mozart arias, and get out and about in Kensington and Chelsea in cute dresses, hot heels and meet new people. I figured, the worst thing that can happen would be that I find out the guy is a complete mismatch or weirdo and I gained an experience and a (hopefully) nice afternoon, so I have been willingly accepting every single offer to go for coffees, lunches, drinks and dinners that I have been receiving. Including blind dates and all.
Right before I left for Munich at the beginning of this month, I had manic dating weeks, and was really getting in to it! Not to brag or anything, but I was getting pretty good at the whole first date scenario!
I met up with R, a German/British Banker who was nice enough but not all that attractive and a little bit nerdy (he was wearing grey tennis socks in his sneakers along with his beige shorts and a tucked in shirt) at the Duke of York Square for an early breakfast of toast and avocados, and then a lovely walk down the Kings Road and all the way to Whole Foods one super sunny and hot Saturday morning. I was able to do my weekend shopping, change my outfit and head back to Chelsea for a quick spree in Space NK before meeting S at Jak’s for dinner. I love Jak’s and get fresh juices and food to-go from there when I’m super starved and too lazy to go find food anywhere else. I had never actually sat inside Jak’s, and wasn’t too thrilled to do so on a sweltering summer evening. The place is small and crowded and gets really loud. We were lucky enough to have finished our food and have just started the absolutely amazing cheesecake (best in London, I swear!) when the place got so echo-y I resulted to nodding and smiling at everything he said to me.
S is a fun American guy who seems a little bit shy but very kind and friendly. He noticed that I couldn’t stop staring at his front tooth, which had apparently died off when he face planted on the street, and has now turned black. After assuring me that he will get it fixed and bleached ASAP (awkward moment right there) we moved on to cocktails down Old Brompton Road after dinner, where he poured his heart out to me, telling me all about how he dumped his ex gf after college because he had started a new career and thought there might be something better and greater out in Europe for him. He also told me that he has been regretting that decision ever since. Not the most awesome small talk topic on a first date to be honest. And that particular topic still kind of gets to me, so I ended the evening telling him what a gigantic asshole he was for breaking up with his ex girlfriend and then walked home.
Surprisingly he actually asked to see me again in a really friendly way, and since my filo fax was pretty much empty I had an iced coffee with him at La Bottega a couple days later, where he apologized for bringing up his ex and moved the conversation to really interesting grounds!
What ever the result and outcome, gosh I have missed the drama in my life! Dating is so much fun, there is honestly nothing more exciting than meeting new people and getting out there all dolled up and looking fabulous!
Definitely hitting the town when I’m back in London! Till now I am working hard on my tan! Ciao for now!