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This evening I have a rare Saturday night on my own. It’s funny how this feels like a real treat. Rewind 10 years and I’d be off out to get “on it”. Rewind 7 years and I would be crying into my ice cream in the style of Bridget Jones. Go back 5 years, in the very early days of my current relationship I would be feeling as though I had lost a right arm. Ghosts of boyfriends past haunting me, wondering what the hell is he going to be doing, or more accurately WHO the hell is he going to be doing?
Now, in a completely settled and trusting place with my partner, Dave, whilst I love him very very much, the prospect of a night in alone is “The Dream”.
I have friends that find my excitement at him going out strange. If we go back to me from 7 years ago, if asked, I’d agree. However as I’ve grown up, I’ve learned to value, and I mean REALLY value, that time where I hang out with no-one else, just me.
To be able to spend some time on my own is an absolute luxury for me; I work away a lot, and invariably I’m with colleagues. If I’m not with colleagues, sure I’m alone, but I’m not in “my space”. I’m stuck in a hotel room. Don’t get me wrong, they’re more often than not, very comfortable rooms, but it sure ain’t home! The rest of the time, Dave and I are pretty inseparable. Which is lovely, but there comes a point where I just need to be alone!
I can’t say I’ll be doing anything ground breaking. Probably just catching up on some washing, lighting a couple of candles and binge watching Grey’s Anatomy. There may be Yoga and there will definitely be meditation. Not rock ‘n’ roll, but it feels like some quality “Goddess Time” to me!
Hope you have a Saturday night which will be as fulfilling for you, as mine will be for me, whatever you do 🙂
Right, well I guess we’ve established I’m pretty rubbish at this blogging malarkey! It’s almost 6 months since my last post and we’ve made it through B, C, D and have our E date planned imminently!
Now though, is my time to tell you about our B date. I’ve gotten a bit addicted to scouring Groupon for deals on the experiences that they have and I stumbled across Bingo and a bottle of wine for £10. Dave had never been to Bingo before and he does like a cheeky bet so I thought the prospect of winning some money would be perfect for him. It ticked all our boxes (plus I got wine!)
After a false start (I made the almost unforgiveable error of booking to go when it was Man United v Liverpool, which Dave, as a huge Liverpool fan, had plans to watch with his United supporting best friend) we booked in for a Sunday afternoon in early September. We got that wrong though too; our booking said midday and it didn’t even start until 1.30.
We eventually made it in and the first thing we needed to do was sign ourselves up. Then we had to pick up our bingo cards and find somewhere to sit. When we retrieved our bingo cards I was expecting the old fashioned things with the dobber…***NEWSFLASH*** You don’t get that anymore. They gave us those electronic things which is basically like online bingo. All you need to do is tap the screen and it crosses off all your numbers for you, even the ones you’ve missed. I’ve got to say, I was disappointed by that. For me, half the fun is that panic when you start missing numbers, and that hoping and praying when someone shouts BINGO, that they’ve got it wrong. That’s impossible with the tablet thingy and I feel like you lose a bit of the spirit of the game.
Once we sat down they brought us over our free wine. I was actually impressed to receive a bottle of Echo Falls (after I requested rose). I was seriously expecting something minging that tasted of vinegar! Whilst it’s not my first choice wine, it’s definitely drinkable!
After what felt like a lot of waiting, the game finally started, and it was at this point that I realised what a crap date activity Bingo was. I quickly realised, talking is not acceptable in a bingo hall after laughing like school children at ’69’ and getting some pretty evil glares. Add to that, Dave is a rubbish loser and the more times he wasn’t winning, the more grumpy he was getting. Especially as the woman sat next to us was winning loads – she was definitely on a roll!
It’s always a nice surprise to run into one of your twitter followers. @DebsBox tweeted me saying she could see me, and then proceeded to tell the Bingo caller what we were there for (she knew about the alphabet dating as I’d been tweeting about it). He then announced it to the whole of the bingo hall which was massively cringey as neither Dave or I are good with attention. It became especially awkward when he (the bingo caller) started joking about what we’d be doing for our ‘S’ date. Aaaahh…I’m cringing just thinking about it! Deb walked past our table on the way out and said she was actually attempting to get us a free bottle of bubbly or something which actually would have been nice! Anyway, despite making us cringe, it was really nice to meet her 🙂
When we left (without winnings), we both agreed that whilst Bingo is a good laugh, it’s definitely not date material. Having to remain quiet didn’t suit either of us and it makes it a pretty anti-social date, we enjoyed ourselves but it’s probably not something we’d do again in a hurry.