First Dates | NaBloPoMo Day 10


Unless you’ve been living under a rock (or if you don’t live in the UK or Ireland), you will probably be, like me, obsessing over the Channel 4 show First Dates. If you’re not watching it – I’d first ask you to reevaluate your life – you’ve undoubtedly overheard highly entertaining conversations at work or at school regarding the adorably awkward Louis, the arrogant guy who’s credit card declined (who’s name didn’t deserve a place in my long term memory), and that girl who refused point blank to split the bill because she was a ‘great date’ – eh, 21st century, love?! If you still have no idea what I’m talking about, allow me to explain.

First Dates is a British reality tv show where we get fly-on-the-wall access to a host of blind dates. Couples are matched based on their likes & dislikes, and they meet for the first time in a London restaurant. The results are nothing short of entertaining!


While some of the couples are memorable, the star of the show in my eyes is definitely Fred, the incredibly wise, refreshingly romantic French Maître D’ with a stash of charming lovey-dovey sayings up his belt, which I’ve taken the liberty of peppering throughout this post! He’s oh so sage & wise!

I have no idea what has happened to me in the last year, but I have turned into such a romantic. I am all for love. Love for me, love for you, love for EVERYONE! I’ve always been slightly sceptical about the concept that there is ‘someone out there for everyone’. While I’m still of the thought that there is no Mr Right, just Mr Right For Now, after a summer of weddings, being dubbed ‘Romance’ by my cousins, and a series of wonderful fleeting romances, I found myself really enjoying the dating scene. I’ve been on my fair share of first dates over the last few years. Some of them transgressed into second dates, some definitely didn’t. One thing is for sure, I have some great stories because of them!


My absolute favourite fail of a first date took place in Amsterdam. Dutchie & I had met a few nights previously, shared a couple of drinks and decided that we should risk a day date to see if we got on sans alcohol! The morning arrived,and I was really looking forward to the day ahead. The only problem was that I wasn’t feeling very well – I couldn’t put my finger on it, but my energy levels had completely depleted. Since we weren’t doing anything too strenuous, I hopped on my bike, met Dutchie and we made our way from Utrecht to the museum quarter of Amsterdam. The exhibits were great, the coffee was great, the company was great. It was all going great, until all of a sudden it took a dramatic u-turn…

We were on our way back to the train station, and in the middle of a random street in Amsterdam, my body decided that now would be the perfect time to betray me. I blacked out. Completely fainted and collapsed spectacularly to the ground! Like the gentleman that he is, Dutchie picks me up, holds my head upright, and feeds me ‘drop’ (Dutch liquorice – which I hate by the way!). When I can finally focus on stationary objects again, he brings me home, tucks me into bed, makes me tea & soup, and stays with me for hours watching The Wire. All the while I’m feeling very self-conscious & embarrassed that I fainted during a date with a guy I know virtually nothing about, and now he’s playing nurse!!

In case you’re wondering, he asked me out again 😉


So when the Irish First Dates put out a casting call last week, I naturally felt like I should be on the show – but not as one half of a couple. Oh no, I’ve decided that with my dating qualifications, big romantic heart, and years of restaurant experience, I would make one hell of a waitress! Imagine being privy to so many first dates? Overhearing their conversations. Taking bets with the barman as to whether they’d split the bill or not? Where do I sign up?!

Do you watch First Dates? Have you been on any first dates recently that you’d like to share? Because this sap would LOVE to hear them! ❤



This Day Last Year: Autumnal Sweet Potato & Papaya Smoothie

This Day Two Years Ago: A Heartwarming Sunday



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