As mentioned at the end of my last post not only was I going on my first date kinda-sorted organised by my Personal Dating Agent, (she found him but I was the one who got it to ‘date stage’), but it was also my first date in bloody ages. After East End Boy last August I knew I had to disembark from the dating-merry-go-round for awhile. Six Plenty-of-Fish-free months later, I’m ready to jump back on again.
Who Is He?
The Silver Fox – so called because at only 38 years old, he’s already got the whole grey hair thing going on. Luckily it’s in a nice way. He’s not old enough to be compared to actor George Clooney, but not young enough to be compared to TV personality George Lamb. Either way, he’s cute AND grey and was someone that my Personal Dating Agent Natasha found on Match.com. She winked at him and he replied with a message.
The way the PDA service is supposed to work is that Natasha messages guys on my behalf and when it gets to date stage – she passes them over to me. Except in this case I was intrigued by what I saw and I couldn’t help but to reply to his message myself. Here started a daily conversation exchange which, after a week and a half, resulted in him asking if I’d like to go out for drinks.
The biggest pre-date positive about The Silver Fox was that we had discovered via our Match.com conversations that we both love to travel and we’re both all about living life to the fullest.
While we both like to travel, he does things like swimming with stingrays and sharks, sleeping in hammocks in the rainforest and climbing mountains. Whereas my idea of a good break involves strutting around beautiful, buzzy vibrant cities like New York, Paris, Madrid and Toronto. At the same time, having holiday choices in common isn’t the be all and end all, so I wasn’t about to let it put me off.
Apart from a slight footwear spazz out (he’s only 5’5 and I wasn’t sure if I should wear heels or not) it turns out that I was actually looking forward to going out on a date. To cut a long story short, we had a good time. The conversation flowed easily, there were no awkward silences, there was lots of laughter and what started out as a drink or two became numerous drinks until the last train home.
The evening finished up with me not feeling sure about whether or not I actually fancied him. Yes, we got along but there wasn’t any kind of ‘romantic spark’ between us. During the date he asked my thoughts so far. Obviously I must’ve been attracted to him to wink at him on Match, but now that I’d met him in person, did I still fancy him? Pretty brave move on his part. He said he definitely found me attractive but was very much aware of our different backgrounds/lifestyles. It was good to know I wasn’t the only one who had noticed!
Him: Country boy, lives by the river in a quiet town with not much happening but cosy local pubs, can’t imagine living anywhere else and wants to stay close to his family
Me: City girl, lives in an apartment block near shops, cafes, restaurants and bars, left my hometown in my teens, would love to live in the US or Canada
Him: Old fashioned technophone. Doesn’t own a computer, doesn’t use a smartphone, only just about familiar with Facebook
Me: Would shrivel up and die without the internet (well, not really but..)
Him: Into Kings of Leon, Kasabian and outdoor music festivals
Me: Into R&B & hip hop and seeing music artists in a way that doesn’t involve sleeping in fields
Silly little things, but still noticeable. Lack of obvious chemistry aside, The Silver Fox and I both decided that we enjoyed each other’s company too much to not plan another date. So, which is best – something in common or opposites attract? Who knows?