Okay, so first of all let me cut right to the good part, my date on Saturday went better than expected. I took my date to one of my favorite restaurants, Mt Fuji, it's a quintessentially Japanese restaurant, this means unlike Wagamamas (which I do love) they only serve traditional Japanese food, and they only serve one kind of food, bento boxes. As I have been led to believe from my Lonely Planet guide, Japanese restaurants don't serve raman, donburi (rice bowls), bento, sushi and gyoza (dumplings) they specialise in a single type of meal and get very good at what they do because that is all they do. This is a world apart from the restaurant style we have here in the UK, and I imagine most of Europe, and America, with the exception of steak houses and burger joints. This is why I like Mt Fuji, it feels like a very Japanese experience.
Needless to say, the food was amazing as always. Unlike other dates I've been on, the conversation was easy and laid back. It didn't feel forced and dry. It wasn't awkward. It had a really nice relaxed feel to things. I'm glad it wasn't one of those dates where you're both awkward around each other. We've all been on one of those kinds of dates, you know the kind I mean, the one where you feel forced into conversation, and inside you're questioning what you're even doing on the dating scene, surely life as a solitary lonely hermit living in a cave off of the grid isn't such a bad idea after all... Thankfully this wasn't one of those, I swear I was about one more bad date away from packing a back and taking off to the wilderness.
After dinner he suggested going for a drink, seeing as we are both gin lovers, I suggested a bar I knew not too far away, Jekyll and Hyde, true it's name sake, the venue is split into two very different bars, downstairs is Hyde, a busy burly bar, the music is loud, the atmosphere is alive, and you're cozily packed in, then you go to the gin parlor upstairs, Jekyll, which couldn't be further from downstairs, its table service only, there is only about 5 tables, and everything they serve comes with gin. When you're seated you are given a jug of water, flavored with slivers of cucumber, it feels like an opulent 1920's opium den, where the opium has been switched for gin. When we arrived, we went upstairs too book a table, then went back to Hyde so that we could have a drink whilst we waited.
We got the train back home together, we said our goodbyes for the evening, he told me he would have invited me back, but he was moving house and the place was full of boxes, this was apparently a subtle and veiled invite, which went right over my head. I don't really get subtle unless it's on the level of a sledge hammer, or maybe a breeze block to the face. Whilst I was walking home, he messaged me to say he can't believe I didn't take him up on his veiled invite... so after a few exchanges, I turned around and back tracked to his. We spent the evening talking, drinking a little, and I spent the night. We didn't do anything other than cuddle, I'm classier than sex on a first date. At least these days anyway.
The following morning we went to grab a late breakfast together near by, before I finally went home about lunch time, with just enough time to get showered and go to work.
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