I'm now even more confused over what to call this date, it is either our 2nd or 4th. Anyway we saw significant progress in that she showed up. Already I could write this off as more of a success then last time!
Anyway we were both absolutely starving and in the mood for a good feed (thankfully because I really wasn't in the mood for tapas or a fashionable restaurant with tiny portions) so we just went out for a nice burger place near by.
Our mutual friends that had introduced us had just broken up so I was already feeling pretty forlorn, she didn't really seem to give a shit so that cheered me up as I realised it wasn't my problem.
After I caught the bill we went for a drink in a bar around the corner where I then preceded to spend the next hour or so not making a move because I had just remembered that I was a massive chicken shit. After we had both come to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to make a move, we got out of there and went our different ways.
Yup as disappointed as you are having wasted the last minute reading this you can only imagine how much of a twat I felt like walking home.
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