Nice is Nice.
Given the success of the dates I have been in the past few years no one would blame me if Batchelor #1 ran the other direction with fear in his eyes as soon as we shared war stories.
As it turns out Batchelor #1, whose name is Shaun, found the story of my last 'blind date' hilarious. He also told me about a girl he was once set up with who spent the entire evening seperating her food into colours before eating it, and insisting on calling him 'Joseph' even though that wasn't his name. I like Shaun. I like him a lot. He made me laugh more than any other guy I've met for a while.
It was the end of the meal when he said something that might once have made me run a mile. "You know what?" He said, "I have a feeling I'm going to like you a lot Donna Noble. If that's okay with you."
It was so polite, and gentle, and honest, how could I not be okay with it? We're seeing each other again tonight. He's cooking. Result!
Cassie and I of course had a good 'debrief' after the event in question.
"So...." She said with northern charm, "....nice, right?"
"Yeah I guess. He's hardly Brad Pitt though."
"But you like him ?" Cassie probed.
"........yeah..... I guess I do." I said. And that was it, the moment I surprised myself. I'd met a guy, a nice guy, one who I had confirmed through a psychic friend isn't an alien/a government agent/evil/gay/dying/after my friends/interested only in my now absent super-powers....he's just normal, and nice. And do you know what, i like 'nice'.
"I thought you would. I saw him and I just knew it, Donna Noble, Shaun Temple.... it just felt like it had to be."
Is it too early to hope that this time it will work?
As it turns out Batchelor #1, whose name is Shaun, found the story of my last 'blind date' hilarious. He also told me about a girl he was once set up with who spent the entire evening seperating her food into colours before eating it, and insisting on calling him 'Joseph' even though that wasn't his name. I like Shaun. I like him a lot. He made me laugh more than any other guy I've met for a while.
It was the end of the meal when he said something that might once have made me run a mile. "You know what?" He said, "I have a feeling I'm going to like you a lot Donna Noble. If that's okay with you."
It was so polite, and gentle, and honest, how could I not be okay with it? We're seeing each other again tonight. He's cooking. Result!
Cassie and I of course had a good 'debrief' after the event in question.
"So...." She said with northern charm, "....nice, right?"
"Yeah I guess. He's hardly Brad Pitt though."
"But you like him ?" Cassie probed.
"........yeah..... I guess I do." I said. And that was it, the moment I surprised myself. I'd met a guy, a nice guy, one who I had confirmed through a psychic friend isn't an alien/a government agent/evil/gay/dying/after my friends/interested only in my now absent super-powers....he's just normal, and nice. And do you know what, i like 'nice'.
"I thought you would. I saw him and I just knew it, Donna Noble, Shaun Temple.... it just felt like it had to be."
Is it too early to hope that this time it will work?