I don’t even know where to start. This is not your typical love story.
Boy swipes right, as does girl, boy starts conversation, girl acts cool, next minute you’re planning on meeting up for dinner and drinks.
So, I met up with this guy, let’s call him Harry. He’s pretty cool. Very intelligent, not bad looking, and although I’d never tell him, he’s low key hilarious.
So we had our first dinner date, and it was really nice. He was very respectful, kind, and put me at ease.
Fast forward and he asks to see me again, this time he offers to make me dinner. I am pretty wary of going to peoples houses that I don’t know, but we have a mutual friend and I got the all clear. So I made the drive to his place.
I was a bit late and when I arrived dinner was underway.
He pours me a wine and this is when shit gets intense.
Out of the corner of my eye I see movement… as I turn my head my deepest fear is confirmed. He has a cat!
Bit of background, I have a massive phobia of cats. I can’t look at them, pet them, or even be in the same room as them. I really didn’t want to look crazy but I can’t get past the anxiety I have when I am faced with a cat. So I opened up and politely asked if we could place the cat outside. Harry wasn’t thrilled but he complied.
You’d think this would be the worst part of the evening, but that was just a teaser. As Harry goes back into the kitchen and proceeds with dinner I smell something funky. I look over as he opens a tin. He looks at me, smiles, and says I hope you like tuna! To my horror he put it in the pasta bake, and into the oven.
Fuck me. I’m allergic to tuna. I had a battle in my head. Do I tell him? Do I eat it and make a quick exit? Or do I just get the fuck out of there now?!
I think he could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong so I swallowed and fessed up.
“Umm I am actually highly allergic to all seafood.” (Cue awkward laugh.)
His face automatically showed disbelief. He is probably thinking this crazy fucker just made me put my cat outside and now won’t eat the meal I have just cooked for her.
To his credit he jumped into action, got on the phone and ordered take out.
The rest of the night went pretty smoothly considering.
Apart from the fact I ripped my pants, nearly took out his garage in my car, and awkwardly kissed him goodnight. It was a very successful dinner date. Wonder if he’ll want round two?