My Big Fat Greek Date

The dating game is a mystery to me, when I was in my 20s the dating thing wasn’t as big as it was now.

I spent my early 20s running around chasing boys for fun, I had lots of male friends through work, and I guess I went on dates with them but it wasn’t classed as ‘dating’ as such then. There was no pressure; it was all a bit more organic

I met my first boyfriend in the pub I lived in as a teenager and my 2nd at a holiday camp.   My 2nd boyfriend (my most recent ex) I was with for 6 years, our dating life mainly involved in meeting him in the Redcoat bar and dancing to ‘take on me’ or something similar, then going back to my chalet for a microwave meal.   I didn’t have to worry about him texting me (hardly anyone had mobiles), I didn’t have to worry when I would see him again as it all happened completely naturally.  I was 25 when I met him, and when we split up, I was 32 and that’s when I realised that I’d had it easy.

This is why when the date with The Greek was arranged, along with feeling excited I felt slightly panicked. Why did I feel so embarrassed? Shy? This is a man I’d been in allsorts of compromising positions with. But here I was, not knowing what I should do, eat, wear, say!?  Would we even get on with each other after our recent little altercations?

My friend Chloe sprung into action and baring in mind my lack of knowledge about the place I’ve lived for 5 years, set about booking a table and telling me what bars to go to. It was like having my very own date planner; I have to say if anyone needs a date planner she’s your girl!

The date was perfect. The Greek was chivalrous, holding doors open, buying drinks, paying compliments and being generally charming and friendly to everyone, especially me.

We had a dreamful dinner and the cocktail bar Chloe chose was the kind you would stumble across on holiday. So cute!

The next day, we went for a walk along the seafront and even held hands.  It had been a long time since I felt like holding anyone’s hand and although it’s not really a major thing; to me it’s a big display of intimacy in broad daylight.  I felt a bit vulnerable and wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad thing.  Did this perfect date now mean we were more than ‘friends’?  Or was everything just as it was?

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