It wasn’t all plain sailing. My first impression when I walked up to shake his hand on that bright November day, was that he had only one eye and had doctored his profile photo to disguise it. As we stood discussing where to have coffee I wondered if I could love a one-eyed man. It was not until we were sitting down having lunch that I realised he had been squinting into the low winter sun.
Oh did I say lunch? Yes. My strict rule on coffee-only for first dates was brushed aside in favour of a ‘nice little Thai place’, just around the corner. But I let it go. At the end of the afternoon I offered him a lift to the station, breaking my second rule of free dating.
I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, but something was definitely different. On our third date we agreed to take down our profiles from the website.
We bumped around for a bit through all the usual stuff of any new relationship. He had not chatted anyone up for a long time and it showed. I had not trusted anyone for a long time, and it showed. One of our first dates was a Christmas riverboat party thrown by the company where he worked. I dressed up – long velvet gown, new hair-do. When he arrived to pick me up I commented on how nice he looked. The compliment was not returned and I was furious (I have since coached him in how and when to compliment).