The initial chat

So as you can imagine it starts off awkward. It probably helped that we had a mutual friend to pick over our reason for being there.

Ok so far so good. Polite banter and small chit chat. Will we get through the first hour before each one of us is staring vacantly in to the distance.

He had brought me to a pool bar on Curtain Rd. We sat outside and drank our doubled Spirits (his buy not mine) babbled on about random things. All the while his eyes never left mine...he was clearly one of those types. The ones that really make you think that you have their undivided attention by looking you straight in the eye. It startled me a bit, and forced me to look away like a stupid school girl. But each passing moment I was beginning to approve of my date. Then it happened. The first embarrassment of the night.

I was chatting away about me obviously - and he was laughing in all the right places...then WOOOSH.

''OH MY GOD." I yelped, grabbing my glass in the wake of the sudden downpour of warm water above our heads.

It hadnt suddenly started raining...no no. A drain from the houses above had unsystematically emptied itself of water onto our table below. If any romantic aura had been set up by me - it had been washed away on to the pavement below my feet.

Needlessly to say my date found it hilarious - apparently my face was the perfect picture of suprise. We moved inside.

He was still lauging. At least he had a humour.