The Christmas-Party-Boy

Now the Christmas party season should essentially provide any willing single girl with a potential snog and Christmas just gone was no exception. Enter the Christmas-Party-Boy.

Now in all the horrid clichéd manner, our eyes met across the room at a party. His smile caught my eye, I, in my naturally modest way was looking amazing. We hadn't been introduced, as I've learnt over the past three years, is the British way. In Sweden, the first thing you do upon arriving at a party is to quickly make your way around the room shaking hands with each person whilst saying your name. It sounds very formal and its very unlikely you'll remember everyone's name but by the end of the evening everyone will be your best friend as you hug them goodbye whilst simultaneously organising a coffee for later that week. In the UK no such introductions take place.

But I digress.

So there got to the point where myself and the Christmas-Party-Boy were standing in the kitchen getting a drink. In that slightly awkward manner where there wasn't enough space for both of us to fix drinks at the same time, he let me go first whilst I tried to make polite conversation to say thanks. Small talk becomes chatting which invariably leads to a bit of flirting and for most of the evening we stood there talking before finally introducing ourselves.

It was a fun evening, he made me laugh a lot, he thought I was cute, there was some definite flirting so we arranged to meet up again for a drink.

Roll on a week later and I'm preparing for our date. Its a late afternoon/early evening midweek affair so I naturally opt for my designated "first date outfit" of favourite shirt, jeans and boots and hop along into town. Now essentially this was a classic first date. A generic bar with light wooden interior and lots of chrome.  A couple of glasses of wine in and I come to the conclusion that this date is going pretty well. The conversation is flowing, there's lots of smiles and the odd tactile moment too. If I'd have had the Eye-Spy Book of First Dates I would have been ticking off all the quintessential dating elements.

Naturally the last two points to tick off are the second date arrangement and the goodbye kiss. As he walked me back to the station the conversation rolled round to "lets do this again some time". What with it being the Christmas season and not having to work, a second date was planned for two days later. At the point of a possible snog, he leant in and gently gave me a good night kiss. It was lovely. Eye-Spy marks on the date? Top marks and a badge if I send in my book to the publisher!