Sooooo so many of you have said over the years how I should start a blog about my dating exploits. So I sat down recently and wrote this about a real life date I had a few months ago!! Would be good to see what you think and if you’d like to read more ! I have a heck of a lot of stories to tell …

The Match –
This guy looked cute, 5 fairly normal looking pictures of himself. One with his GAA mates, one of him smiling into the camera showing off fabulous dimples, ok one of him in some kind of Thunderbirds costume not great but hey at least I know he’s game for a laugh at Halloween. I swipe right and it’s a match.

The Chat –
He messaged me about two hours later.
“Howaye”
Hmmm ok not the best start.
“Hey there how you doin?” I reply. I know, I know not exactly bantastic myself.
“Good now, yeah, any craic wit yerself”
Do I tell him I’m currently sitting on my bed in my pyjama bottoms and house hoodie (with a food stain down the front) about to stream an episode of ‘Orange is the New Black’
“Ah not too much craic to be fair, just chilling” – ugh god I can’t be bothered to enter into a conversation now.
“You’re looking well in your pictures anyway, nicest smile I’ve seen in a long time”
Ahh that’s nice. Hmmm ok maybe OITNB can wait a minute.
“Not too bad yourself, I love your dimples, where you from?”
“Limerick but living up in Dublin….. you?”
“Ah cool, I’m from Dublin, I’ve never been on a date with a guy from Limerick before”
“Ah we’re the best, we’ll have to rectify that soon so, fancy a drink this week?”
Shite, this is moving pretty fast but I’m actually dying to know what Piper and Co have been up to so maybe if I agree now I can chat to him more tomorrow.
“Yeah sure why not”
“Great how are ye fixed tomorrow”
Shite. It’s actually the only day I’m free this week though! My inner monologue kicks in….Ah go on, best way to get over one man is to get under another just do it, what’s the worst the can happen.
“Yeah cool sounds good, here’s my number…..”

The Date –

He couldn’t decide on a venue, said he was only up in Dublin the last few months so he asked me to choose. I picked the No Name Bar on Fade Street, mostly cause I like to sit outside and have a smoke.
I get there on time and there’s no sign of him. I get myself a drink and go outside and sit on a bench table. 10 minutes later and still no sign. He messages saying he’s having trouble finding the place but will be there soon. Ugh god he obviously doesn’t know anywhere in Dublin.
As I’m sitting there smoking and sipping on my Moijito I spot a hot guy on his own near the bar. I start to fantasise that my date won’t show and this hot guy comes over to ask me for a light, we get chatting and 10 years later we’re married with kids and we tell everyone we met when I got stood up on a date and he came to my res…. My date showed up.
Fuck.
He looks nothing, and I mean nothing like his pictures.
He is legitimately about 3 stone heavier.
His dimples have been swallowed up by his chubby cheeks. His legs are what can only be described as trunk like inside his too tight, shiny, grey work suit. His hair is schleped down on his head. I shit you not he looks like a lost member of the D’unbelieveables.
“Howaye” he says bounding over to me. He plonks himself down on the bench right next to me so his legs are touching mine.
“Eh hi, nice to meet you” I stammer retreating backwards.
“Jaysis it was fierce hard to find this place” he says in the thickest Limerick accent I’ve ever heard. It reminds me of that Digicell ad from the 90’s.”Its me yer man from the bar”
“Sorry now for being late, I was hoping to be able to go and freshen myself up before I saw ya, I’m schweating like a pony, look at my back” to my sheer horror he proceeded to shrug off his cheap and shiny jacket and turned to show me a huge sweat patch down his shirt back.
“Oh, ha ha, that’s ok” I mumble
“Would ya like a drink?”
I look at my half empty Moijito and say …”No I’m grand thanks I have a full one here” He bounds off to the bar leaving me speechless and slightly panicked.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no shrinking violet and I wouldn’t be winning any Kate Moss lookalike competitions myself but this lad is the definition of false advertising. I contemplate doing a runner but I can’t do that to the poor fella. I hastily light up a cigerette and take a long sip on my drink. I admonish myself for being such a Shallow Hal and tell myself he might be the nicest guy ever…. He’s back, pint in hand and there is sweat dripping down his forehead. Oh god.
“So do ya live near here then?” He says with a big huge smile. He’s trying his best bless him.
“Um yep bout 15 mins away, how bout you?”
“Ah do you know Mountjoy prison? I live not too far away from there”
“Oh right……” what do I say, that must be nice, living near all the criminals? “Do you live on your own?” I attempt.
“Ah no theres about 8 of us, I share a room with a Polish lad, it’s cheap as chips, sure I go home nearly every weekend so I don’t want to be paying mad money for a swanky apartment ye know yerself, its grand like, gets a bit messy the odd time, there’s a few Romanian lads kipping on the couch at the minute, friends with one of the lads that lives there too”
I’m literally agog at this point. But he keeps going. It’s a stream of concious that lasts for about 10 minutes….
“Do ye like tea, do ye? A lot of the lads drink coffee but I like tea myself, I bet you’re a Lyon’s girl, I’m a Barry’s man meself. That’s what I do ye see, I work in coffee, distributor around all the Costa and coffee chains, it’s grand, I get me own van and all that, not a big fan of coffee though, it’s funny that isn’t it. I put on a bit o’weight ye see after I took the job. Had to give up the GAA cause I’m on the road a lot so I was missing the training, and I do like my food. I’m a sucker for a breakfast roll in the morning, I bet you like a breakfast roll, you strike me as a girl who enjoys her food. Gorgeous so ye are, I like your dress, you sure you don’t want another drink? What’s that fancy yoke ye have there, that one of them Mojo things is it?
“Um a Moijito”
“Will ya have another one”
“No, no I’m grand thanks” I say as I slurp the last remaining liquid from the glass.
He’s still talking though.
“Ah yeah like its grand at the moment with the lads, a bit crowded though in fairness,. Do ye know where I’d like to live, on a boat. Like Rosie and Jim, do ye remember Rosie and Jim? U lived on a Barge, I’d love to…”
“Eh I’m sorry I’m going to have to stop you there” His face drops. “I’m so sorry I just don’t think this is going to work out for me, I’m a bit tired so I’m just gonna go, so sorry” I say as I scramble to pick up my bag and my jacket.
“What are ye sorry for, it’s grand, ah no no no sure no need to be sorry, it was lovely to meet you” he’s still talking as I’m backing out the door.

I get a text an hour later. “Lovely to meet you, fancy doing it again sometime”

Christ this dating thing is going to be harder than I thought.