Now sometimes you just don’t know what’s going to happen with a potential relationship. One moment its off and the next it could be potentially on again. My early morning text on Friday came courtesy of The Ex-husband. There had been a bit of contact a few days prior to this text but it essentially, for reasons probably best left unexplaine, paved the way to another first date.
So, seconds up, round three and the The Ex-husband and I meet for our third first date. The choice of date was quite difficult to decide on. We wanted to do an activity based thing rather than just go out for dinner or a drink and I felt that there should be some (tongue-in-cheek) romantic elements involved too. I suggested a walk along the Thames. We could walk east to west from Tower Bridge to Westminster Bridge taking in the sights of London whilst walking towards a romantic sunset. We could even hold hands during it too.
We met at the Tower of London. I was all flustered and late from being held up at work but I think I pulled off the flustered look well. It was an after work mid-week affair and I turned up in my new favourite black tulip skirt, black boots and a flowery shirt. My hair was all messily pinned up and despite an attack of bad skin, I think I looked ok. With only twenty minutes to go until a London sunset, according to the BBC website, we headed off over Tower Bridge to start the romantic walk.
Weather wise, the outlook wasn’t so good. It was completely overcast and the chances of a sunset were rather slim, in fact I think one could guarantee there wouldn’t be a sunset at all that evening. However, I remained optimistic and if there’s something London’s city lights can offer is the small illusion of a reddish glow in the sky. It was cold though which allowed for practical hand holding, if only to keep the fingers warm.
So we meandered along the south side of the river whilst I pointed out my favourite buildings and bits of information about the capital. We chatted the full length of the three kilometre walk and pit-stopped at Yo Sushi for dinner. Now what I like about Sushi bars or generally any sort of bars as displayed by the Tapas bar in Old Street, is the ability to sit close together where everything is all slightly more flirty and fun as you both lean in to chat, look at the menu together and decide on an eating plan of action. There’s the opportunity for a brief bit of tactileness, the odd hand on the knee or a friendly hand on the other’s arm. Sushi is fun too. It can all be a bit of a surprise as I never really know what I’m going to be eating as I pick a dish off the belt. If it looks interesting I’ll go for it. I’d rather take something like that than a standard bit of sticky rice with a bit of salmon on it. Dragon rolls and peppery rice eaten, and ten dishes down, I was pleasantly satisfied with the sushi experience.
What with this being a third first date, and the fact that myself and the Ex-Husband had been getting to know each other for essentially four months now, there were no awkward getting to know each other conversations nor were there any awkward pauses. There had been brief mentions of staying over but nothing had been decided although I had packed a toothbrush, just in case. We carried on with our walk towards Westminster where we crossed the river again and headed into a pub to warm up. Hands held continuously whilst there, to try and defrost them, it was decided that I was going to stay over at his. Now I know that this was technically a first date but in my head I justified this by it being our third first date and if I don’t put out until the third date, then this sleepover was therefore allowed!
This was a nice date. It was lovely to see the Ex-Husband again and spend some time with him. I think we go well together. Once again, what happens now? Who knows, but I’d like to think this will be the last date blog entry I’ll write for a while now…
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