Blind Date

Blind dates are weird. Good weird, but weird nonetheless.

Last night passed off successfully. 'Successfully' in that my date was not atrocious - in fact he was amusing, interesting and we talked for a significant length of time. There was pre-dinner drinks (thanks to a long table wait), dinner and post-dinner drinks. In the process we established just how ridiculous it was that we'd never met before given the number of mutual friends we have at church.

Then, rather embarrassingly, he worked out that we'd both sung in the church choir at Christmas. I have no memory of him, which means that I didn't think he was particularly attractive - there was only a small number of men and I watched them closely as I like singing men. I'm not sure that I found him particularly attractive this time - but then I do have slightly unpredictable taste in men and even ones that I've loved dearly I've not actually thought was hot.

As an aside, is it random that mid-way through the date, apropros of nothing, I was asked if I found Colin Firth hot? I'm not even sure what the right answer to this question would have been! [If you're interested, I said that I didn't find him particularly hot, that Guy Pearce was hotter in The King's Speech, that I'm not someone who swooned at the white shirt scene in P&P but that I did love him as Mr Darcy in Bridget Jones.]

One final thing, I fear that my date may have lacked the mysterious 'edge' I'm looking for. It's an unquantifiable quality, but it's always clear when it's absent. I think I noticed it was missing during a conversation about Black Swan...

Anyway, the point of the date was not suddenly fall head over heels in love with someone, it was to get men and women socialising and getting to know each other - if further dating follows, that's a bonus. Plus, now I have a new friend to say hello to at church. Hopefully The Matchmaker will suggest another blind date soon.