One of the very first folks to recommend a date was an old university friend,'The Alleycat'. We raced with all the Cambridge ski team, and were equally in the college drinking and athletic societies... one of which was called the Alleycatz, hence her nickname.
The Alleycat is presently doing a Phd, and had met'The One with all the Signal' when he drifted up to Durham to go to his cousin, The Alleycat's Phd manager. She had gone for drinks with'Towts' (as I will start calling him) , and if she approached me to say he was eager to help with benaughty review, she told me she'd found him quite interesting and believed he'd be an enjoyable blind date.
I'm not gont lie, after Date Number 1, I was somewhat worried about my next date. The challenge was beginning to feel as though I was forcing myself to go on a string of dates with men I knew I would not be at all attracted to, and the truth of the next three months appeared to be nearly the complete opposite of what I had hoped to achieve. I didn't want to invest thirty dates comparing each moment to my dates with Henley Boy and wondering exactly what went wrong.[…] Read more