Tuesday, 11 May 2010
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Introducing Clapham Girl...
I decided to move to Clapham after my 3 year relationship fell apart, my boyfriend decided to tell me he didn’t love me anymore, he had obviously, like most men perfected the art good timing, although there never really is a good time to tell someone that. So within the space of 4 days I had moved out his flat and moved South of the river to Clapham. Within a surprisingly short amount of time I had replaced the heartache and man in my life with several by the name of Cosmo and Jaeger. With my blonde companion in toe my evenings were spent frequenting the bars and clubs of SW4, dancing on the bar at Aquum, knocking back ridiculous amounts of shots and ending up in strange places only to have to do the walk of shame back to my flat the next morning.
I would meet men fall for them within 5 minutes and wonder why they would never call, I would take their number and text too soon, drunkenly would be the worst...i would get finger happy and say things i would never dream of doing when sober or worst call and not remember the conversation. I would call until they picked up, conveniently be in town at the most random hours just so i could bump into them or meet them for a “quick drink”. I would live out of my giant handbag which consisted of make up wipes, flat shoes, leggings and t-shirts which i donned after another all night party on a school night. After the novelty of not having to check in with someone wore off I realised that my drunken escapades and walks of shame home had to be curbed so I decided to date, a concept I was foreign and slightly scared of, the problem was who?
My debut back to the dating scene was with a guy i had met out in SO:UK, he took me too a nice restaurant and then cocktails, he opened doors for me and walked me home and said he had a good time - a good enough date for me to agree to a second one. Unfortunately the second one was a disaster, he plyed me with enough alcohol to fill a small vessel and then accidently set fire to my hair with a candle whilst telling in length me about his 11 year old child and his ex wife....I wished I was brave enough to sneak out and leave him drowning in a pool of whisky.
The dating world daunted me, I was clueless. What was acceptable and what wasn’t? Could I order my usual double vodka lime soda without sounding like an alcoholic and were jaeger bombs definitely off the menu? Was there an unwritten rule book that you were meant to follow and if so why did I appear to be breaking all the rules? It seemed a lot of effort but maybe this was just the beginning of dating in the adult world, at least for now it provided plenty of entertainment for my weekly debrief breakfast with the best friend.
Until next time.....X
I would meet men fall for them within 5 minutes and wonder why they would never call, I would take their number and text too soon, drunkenly would be the worst...i would get finger happy and say things i would never dream of doing when sober or worst call and not remember the conversation. I would call until they picked up, conveniently be in town at the most random hours just so i could bump into them or meet them for a “quick drink”. I would live out of my giant handbag which consisted of make up wipes, flat shoes, leggings and t-shirts which i donned after another all night party on a school night. After the novelty of not having to check in with someone wore off I realised that my drunken escapades and walks of shame home had to be curbed so I decided to date, a concept I was foreign and slightly scared of, the problem was who?
My debut back to the dating scene was with a guy i had met out in SO:UK, he took me too a nice restaurant and then cocktails, he opened doors for me and walked me home and said he had a good time - a good enough date for me to agree to a second one. Unfortunately the second one was a disaster, he plyed me with enough alcohol to fill a small vessel and then accidently set fire to my hair with a candle whilst telling in length me about his 11 year old child and his ex wife....I wished I was brave enough to sneak out and leave him drowning in a pool of whisky.
The dating world daunted me, I was clueless. What was acceptable and what wasn’t? Could I order my usual double vodka lime soda without sounding like an alcoholic and were jaeger bombs definitely off the menu? Was there an unwritten rule book that you were meant to follow and if so why did I appear to be breaking all the rules? It seemed a lot of effort but maybe this was just the beginning of dating in the adult world, at least for now it provided plenty of entertainment for my weekly debrief breakfast with the best friend.
Until next time.....X
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