Written 2 November 2018
You've got this Kelly.
The guy seemed nice over text. And he said he didn't watch much television. Okay, so he seemed a little boring, and there is a high chance he won't be a looker, but you might, for once, have a decent conversation.
Is that him? Can't be. Said he'd be wearing a red hoodie(!) It was 10 years ago, I'm sure this one won't remember. He's only 23. His parents would have been pretty irresponsible to let him watch it. The last one was 21, though, and he clocked me straight away.
Calm down. If he does, he does. Try and laugh it off and just have a nice chat. Slowly change the subject. Don't lose your head.
Hold up. Red hoodie. Bit scruffy, but he looks pleasant enough. He's seen me. Shy smile. Looking down. Okay, there is no way he's going to know I. . . Nope, he knows who I am. Fuck.
“Hi. Jason right?” go for the hug. Hide the face.
“Hi Kelly.” Okay he definitely knows who I am. “I didn't realise you were that Kelly.”
“Oh yeah, hahaha. Long time ago now.”
“How do you even get on to one of those shows? I used to watch them all the time growing up?” Okay, he's sitting down. He's awkward as hell, but that might just be him.
“It's something my 19-year-old self thought she wanted. But, you know, she was a bit of an idiot.”
“Fair enough. So, engineering? Sounds really interesting.”
This is going well. asking lots of nice questions growing in confidence. He's making a lot more eye contact. Okay, might go in for a snog with this one. Feeling a little tipsy now. His expression has changed. Why?
“That thing with the coconut.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Okay, so apparently I'm storming out. Why do they always have to bring up that goddamn coconut. I swear every man in this stupid country watched that clip. Okay, back to the drawing board.