How on earth do I tell you about date number 32 with Jessica? I could write a post about what we talked about, where we went and how good looking and fun she is. Or I could be a bit more descriptive and tell you that she is wild as a march hare and by the end I was relieved to get away with my face intact?!
Let’s go for the latter shall we? Jessica’s colleague at a publishing company, Anna, requested a date a while ago, and when the time came to go on a date her circumstances had changed so she suggested Jessica go instead. We emailed a bit, and it turns out that Jessica’s surname means Rabbit in Portuguese. That, and her Facebook profile image, was all I had to go on.
Jess suggested a drink beforehand. I suggested a wine bar, Cellar Garcon, by Smithfield Market. I waited for Jess at the door. I could see her cab pull up, and I witnessed the cab driver talking to her for a few minutes before she got out. It turned out he was giving her a lecture about taking care of her self. To be careful. It was a cold evening and we drank a bottle of red wine fairly quickly. I was the one who needed the lecture to be careful.
I needed to get a photo at some point in the evening. Usually I take a quick snap and it’s no big deal. Jess didn’t like how the photos were coming out and wouldn’t let me take a proper one. She kept on putting her hand up. Instead she suggested that I take a picture of her boobs, and she showed off most of them. In Chilango, the place was closing but the staff let us stay to finish our burritos while they cleaned up. Jess wanted a photo behind the counter, but thankfully the guy said it was against Chilango insurance policy. She asked the staff to take a photo of us both. We really were making a lot of noise, and Jess knocked over her beer. I was glad to leave.
We played a drinking game, ‘I have never’. Then Jess changed this to dares. I thought it wasn’t a good idea in a respectable wine bar. I said that she should stand on the tables and run across them, thinking that would put her off dares. She said not to dare her to do that, because she probably would. I didn’t dare Jess in the end, but when she dared me to touch a pig’s trotter that was at the other side of the bar I did.
We got to know each other a bit. We chatted about dating, London and the places she has been to in Ireland. Dublin, Westmeath, Wexford, Wicklow, Kerry and Waterford. We chatted about our friends, and families. I had my bike with me, which Jess didn’t like the idea of as she wanted to go to a for more drinks after the burrito. She thought I would be drunk cycling and it would be dangerous cycling home. The conversation quickly dried up, and kept asking me how I was, which was nice, but we couldn’t just relax, everything was intense.
We kissed outside Chilango, and continued in the Cheshire bar. First she bit my lip a few times, and then moved on to biting my face. I was getting a bit worried. At that stage I didn’t want to drink more, as I was cycling home. Jess lived the other side of town as and was getting a train. I suggested we leave. Jess wasn’t impressed.
We left on good terms though as we did have a good few laughs. In the end I think Jess is a bit overpowering for me and I didn’t really feel comfortable with her.