7.30 on the dot I put on my jacket tottered down the stairs and walked down to the road. He was to pick me up on the corner at 7.30pm. I was there before him waiting on the corner. I watched him drive towards me and swing his car into the entrance of the road. He stopped his car and climbed out greeting me with a hug and a kiss. I think I may have put him off though as not wishing to smear red lipstick on his face before we even started I turned my face so that he kissed my cheek.
We both got into his car and he drove off, we talked about the afternoon's rugby match he was astonished that I could compare rugby to american football. What I had actually said was that I have been known to watch rugby but cant claim to be able to follow it any better than american football. We then discussed football followed by cricket. I know not the normal things women discuss on a first date. We were following the same route I had taken Romeo when he visited until we took a turning that was unfamiliar to me. When we had chatted earlier he had suggested we drive into the country and find a pub with a roaring fire. I was somewhat sceptical that even if we found such a pub we would be able to find a table close to the fire. We did find such a pub and we did sit beside the fire. The food was good, the wine was enjoyable, I wonder now why it is that until 18 months ago I would never drink red wine.
Never have I been anywhere that served the food so incredibly quickly (and fresh). Our chatter was non stop covering a wide variety of topics. Although I had sat with my back to the wall so that I had a good view of most of the room (I do enjoy people watching) he kept my attention on him all evening. We both kept our eyes on each other only looking away to read the menu or to eat the food. We laughed and smiled a lot. Until it was time for the drive home.
“Doing” a Doctorate – week 36
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