When was the last time you laughed so much that your face ached? For me, the answer is last night. I went on the best first date I’ve ever had (granted, the competition isn’t exactly fierce) with a man who made me laugh to the point where I snorted cola out of my nostrils – which, while it may not be the most elegant expression of mirth is at least cheaper than snorting coke up one’s nostrils.
So, yes, we met through an online dating site last week, emailed a couple of times, chatted on the phone on Sunday and agreed to meet for a drink last night.
Apart from being entertaining as hell, he’s 6’3″, an ex semi-pro swimmer and rugby player who still trains and coaches regularly, he’s self-confident but sensitive and has lovely manners as well as a distinctly naughty streak. He wasn’t even thrown by me quoting latin at him. And he said he thinks I’m hot, so he is clearly a man of taste and discretion, right?
Having relayed all this to the girls in the office (what do you mean? Of course I had to tell them all about it), we discovered that the son of a colleague went to school with my date and was in the swim team with him. A quick phone call elicited the information that he is ‘completely genuine’ and ‘earnest’, as well as definitely unmarried and a ridiculously good swimmer… which explains the shoulders and arms.
I’m now looking up films to see with him on Friday night.