After a truly horrifying run of bad first dates (I haven't been single as an adult - not since I was at uni - so this whole 'dating' thing is entirely new to me)... A seemingly nice, normal guy asked me to dinner. This might seem mundane, but really, it was quite impressive. He asked me, set a time, picked a restaurant and made a reservation.
Note: this after a relationship with a guy who's idea of 'taking me out' overwhelmingly meant delivery and a rugby game on tv. Bonus points if we got takeaway and I had to pick it up AND pay.
Knowing I'm a bit of a foodie - I was surprised I hadn't scared a guy off from picking a restaurant. But I'll try anything once... and Blue Fire Grill it was.
As it was a 'date' I couldn't be too critical, and I certainly couldn't take any pictures... but the whole experience was actually quite amusing.
While conversation quickly moved from the usual 'What do you do?' to 'Do you know any good drinking games?' - an overabundance of dry, overcooked meats kept appearing at the side of the table.
Yes, please - I'd really like some more sausage from your large skewer.
