The Phone Call:
Promptly at 9:01 the next day, I rang the Dating Agency to report that while VW was “lovely”, there wasn’t much future for us. Marcy the Matchmaker had other ideas. She was insistent that I was writing off VW, he had really liked me, and that I absolutely should go on Date no 2. She was surprised to hear about his 7pm to bed routine and how that might conflict with a musician’s schedule, and insisted she would get to the bottom of it. Marcy also dropped a large hint about how I wasn’t in a position be fussy at my age, and had nothing to lose by seeing VW again.
Vegan Welder rang to arrange another date, but promptly backed off when I proposed an evening with a later start time, telling me he couldn’t possibly go to a concert finishing at 10pm. If nothing else had been, that was a deal breaker, which I told him, and for a brief second thought I was off the hook.
Alas. Marcy the Matchmaker meanwhile was counselling VW (who had a more expensive level of membership and his own personal matchmaker). VW called back and apologised for being so unflexible, and being unwilling to stay up until 10pm. He just couldn’t believe how rude he had been, wanted me to arrange the next date so that he could experience the types of things I loved. I was dreading it already.
This time, the date was on my terms. Having done the 5pm vegan dinner thing and feeling totally pressured to see this dude again, I organised an evening I would (hopefully) enjoy despite the date. Dinner starting at a normal time at the Himalayan Café in New Farm, followed by cool show at the Brisbane Powerhouse. Time for him to join my world.