I Met Someone on the Weekend

On Thursday I received a txt message that was rather unexpected. It was an invitation to a singles dinner event for this past weekend. I had long forgotten about this company and unsubscribed from their emails thinking I’d never bother with them again after my first dodgy dinner back in May last year.

I knew my membership was expiring in February, so this would be my last chance to go to an event and try and get some value out of my $500ish membership fee. I had a rare weekend ahead where I wasn’t that busy with uni, so I booked in and headed off on the Saturday night to a Lebanese restaurant to meet some men! 

So the basic premise of these things is that 3 girls and 3 guys turn up at a restaurant asking for a table booked under a certain name and you are then led to the table by a waitress as you obviously have NFI at that point what your fellow diners look like.

When I arrived, I heard the person in front of me ask for our table, so I join them and we are led to a corner booth-like table at the back of the restaurant where the 4 others are already seated. 

Conversation starts and within about 3 minutes I have decided that almost everyone at the table are rather intellectually un-stimulating. Oh crap, this will be a long dinner…. should I fake gastro and go home now?!?

One fellow diner shows some early promise though, but I’m stuck on the complete other side of the table to them.   

We order the banquet and being Lebanese food, I’m paranoid about getting greenery in my teeth well before any food hits the table. Honestly, could there have been a worse first date cuisine choice?!? Parsley, parsley and more parsley. Fuck you tabouli! And far too much communal food touching for my germ-a-phob liking….

Anyhoo as the night progresses I strike up some good conversation with the intelligent one, speaking across the table whilst the others talk about buttons, or something equally complex…

We discover that we are both foodies, don’t have kids, like tragic retro concerts, travel, nice cars. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick!!

We get talking about their business and it turns out that they work in a similar field as me and I want to know more, but then a belly dancer turns up and distracts us from the conversations (particularly the men…)

I sieze this opportunity to head to the bathroom to check that there isn’t a small forrest in my teeth and when I return I casually (yeh right) suggest that we mix up the seating arrangement and I join the intelligent one. 

Not long after, the belly dancer retires and we realise that we have all finished eating, finished our drinks and the buttons conversation has run its course.  We pay the bill and walk out the front of the restaurant to say our goodbyes. 

I fake that it was nice to meet the idiots and we all start talking about where we have parked. Almost everyone is parked down the street, but I’ve parked up the street and the intelligent one says that they too are up that way, so we’ll walk together. Sweeeeeeet….. 

We head off and have a good chuckle debriefing about some of the ridiculous and idiotic comments of the night. We get to my car and it turns out that the intelligent one actually didn’t drive, they caught a cab there but wanted to walk with me to ask me if I wanted to catch up again. 

When you book into these dinners, they tell you that to avoid awkwardness you shouldn’t ask this, or ask for phone numbers etc, but rather tell the organiser on Monday if you want to exchange contact details and if you both say yes, they will facilitate it. Inefficient!

We exchange numbers and discuss maybe catching up next weekend sometime as we are both pretty busy during the week ahead. 

I jump in the car and head home. Not a bad night all in all! 

It’s just a shame the intelligent one was one of the girls….. 

Oh well, one can never have too many Wingwomen right?!?

Some nights are just a waste of good makeup

Bad food

Tonight was my group singles dinner date. I signed up for A Table For Six back in February, but tonight was the first dinner that I have attended. Partly due to me being busy on nights that they have run suitable events, partly as I haven’t had that many events to choose from anyway, or I don’t get selected for them.

When I first looked into this ‘dating agency’ I was interested because they go to restaurants that I really like, like China Doll. Three guys and three girls are grouped together to meet at a restaurant and have dinner. I had low expectations about who I would meet as the info that you know about your fellow diners before you go is just their age range usually. I had been looking at the 30-40 year old groups, but particularly the ones that are for people with no children. That is pretty much the only other discriminating factor available.

But I thought that there would be a certain quality of man that would go to these as there is an annual membership fee, plus a small booking fee when you go to an event and then you have to pay for your own dinner and many of the restaurants are quite nice and expensive. I also thought, even if the dates are not to my liking, I would enjoy dining at a nice restaurant anyway.

Tonight was not a good first experience. Firstly, with the Vivid festival on in Sydney it was quite an ordeal to get into the city. When I got there I followed a girl in who I overhead asking for the table reservation for our group, so I jumped in and said I was here for the same thing. We were dead on time for the 7:30pm reservation, but were asked to wait by the side for a few minutes. When we were shown to our table, we were the first there. Shortly after another lady joined and we all got chatting.

20 mins later, just as we were thinking we had been stood up, we were joined by a guy. I was immediately disappointed as even though I was sitting down, I could tell he was jockey sized. He sat down and we all started talking. By 8pm we had assumed that the other two guys were not going to be attending and we moved our seats around so we were a table of 4.

About 8:15pm another guy arrives just as we were finally about to order. He is taller, but comes in very brash and loud and I’m not too sure about him. He then tries to dominate the conversation and is swearing and just seems quite rough. I actually suspect there was never another guy joining us as looking at their website, the listing for tonight’s dinner still says that ‘1 guy left to join’. That is annoying in itself that our ‘table for six’ was a ‘table for five’, but surely it wouldn’t be that hard to let us know so we don’t wait around for that person, or expect them.

The short guy is lovely and you can have a decent conversation with him. The other ladies are nice to chat to too. But the other guy is just vile. He is arrogant, rude to our waitress and speaks of his ex’s frequently. At the end of the night he talks to one of the other ladies about how he isn’t over his ex and he wants to get back with her etc. Well, don’t go out to singles dinner clubs huh, huh?!?!

This dinner is awful. The italian restaurant we went to had the most average food, wine and service, plus the toilets were disgusting. So not only has this not been a success story in meeting a man, but it has been an underwhelming foodie experience and that is just not cool. Plus, I got all made up for nothing wasting all that makeup ;p

Perhaps this isn’t for me. I am holding out hope that the last date of the weekend tomorrow night is a winner. We exchanged a few texts today and I’m really excited to meet him!