So after a heavy friday night in central London with friends which finished up around 6am, I woke late in the afternoon on saturday. I looked a fucking mess and I was sure my Bangladeshi date that evening wouldn't have been to impressed with what she saw - literally looked like I'd just walked out of a joint do for Pete Doherty and Amy Winehouse. After getting a good lot of food inside me, shower and shave, I was still feeling horrendous, but like a true Brit, I was ready to go and drink through it....
I can go one of two ways here - sometimes with hare of the dog I can turn into a drunken mess within two drinks, whilst other times its as if I hadn't touched a drop the night before. I was hoping I could pull of the later, but it was in the hand of the gods...
I turned up a bit early to the bar we were meeting in and started realising that I had no idea what she did, if she spoke with a full on Bangledshi accent or anything about her culture.....luckily the barmaid told me it was still happy hour so that calmed my nerves and by the time my date turned up, I had two bottles of beer infornt of me. Good start...
She had an absolutely beautiful face and very calm manner. I'm fairly hyper at the best of times so this really was ying and yang. I was still pretty unsteady from the previous night's drinking so I kept firing questions about her culture and country to deflect from my obvious lack of conversational skills - she must have thought I was writing the Lonely Planet chapter on Bangledesh with the amount of facts I was after...
After a couple of hours, she was still nursing a small glass of wine with a bottle of water. By this point, I'd had my fair share of 2 for 1 bottles of beer and she did comment on my drinking. Not a great sign after 120 minutes of meeting, but I think if I'd tried to explain that I was drinking quickly to lessen my shakes as I'd got shitfaced the previous night, that wouldn't have been the answer she was looking for....We actually moved onto another bar, but it was more going through the motions. Come around 10ish, I was ready to get away, so told her I had work in the morning. We said our goodbyes and I headed home content with 3 pieces of chicken and chips....
I am all up for experiencing new cultures, but I think when it comes to a partner, there is alot to be said for coming from the same background or at least having the same mother tongue. You have shared alot of common experiences and can laugh/discuss these at will, whereas alot will get lost in translation with someone from elsewhere on the planet. Anyway, its each to there own, but think I'll be sticking to dating girls with English as their first langauge - if I can't find a girl in that wide a demographic, then I've got my own issues to address...
My air stewardess is back in town early this week so will be hooking up with her at some point. I've calmed down from her awkward questions, but we'll see how it goes this week. I've also been chatting away on the email with a young daddy's girl living in Mayfair, so may dust off the cravat and blazer ready fro a date with her...
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