Wednesday, 14 July 2010
Tonight I went on my first date in seven months.
Now I remember why I haven't been on a date in seven months.
Dates are awkward. Particularly when the man in question is shyer than shy, openly admits to being nervous and not having dated for a while and spends the whole night putting himself down. A little confidence gentlemen, please! Everyone is nervous on dates, fact. But don't admit it!
It probably didn't help that the date was in a restaurant on Lark Lane, in Liverpool. One of my regular haunts with C. Driving there, past all the familiar places, made me feel very very odd. As I said on Twitter... "Feel utterly sick. Not at the thought of the date. More that I'm back in Liverpool. And all the memories associated with it." Ho hum.
However, I did wear skinny jeans for the first time in about three years. And I didn't feel like an overstuffed sausage in them. Momentous.
Also, although nothing special, this outfit could not be more different to the one I wore on my first date with C. A dress with holes in it (classy), some battered black jeans, even more battered Ugg boots (cringe) and a grey cardigan with a hole in the sleeve. The hole slowly got bigger until the entire sleeve was in two parts. At the time I was upset when he C later told me that he'd been disappointed with the way I'd been dressed. Now, I think the man had a point. I guess I dressed that way because I didn't like the way I looked, so saw little point in trying to make an effort. I rarely did anything with my hair, I wore little make up and I don't think I ever wore skirts or dresses.
I'm not sure I could be more different now if I tried.
Top: Matthew Williamson x H&M
Jeans, Bracelet & Necklace: Dorothy Perkins
Shoes: New Look