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Rate My Date: The one where he told me his kids would be superhuman

Keep your friends close and your internet besties closer. Introducing Rate My Date, a weekly venting session where indecisive singles share their first-date stories in exchange for some well-needed honesty. Will there be a second date on the cards? Your call.

Name: Callie
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 22
Occupation: Surveyor
Dating history: Mixed bag
Looking for: Part-time gym lad, part-time golden retriever

So, I met this boy on Hinge. I thought he was quite good-looking—you know, ticked the first impression boxes. We met at Liverpool Street Station in East London and I had been quite reserved over text to begin with because I hate it when you chat so much online that when you finally meet you end up standing there like two lemons trying to come up with things to say.

He hadn’t made any effort to book anything. Also, the station was right next to his house, how convenient? But, I tried to shake this initial hesitation off. He turns up at the station and automatically, I just wasn’t massively feeling a sexual attraction but, either way, I still wanted to try things out and see if we had a connection.

At this point in my life I also just really needed to throw myself back into the dating game so I was keen to be a bit less rigid than I may have been in the past.

We went to Eataly, only a stone’s throw away from the station, so not exactly that much effort was put in. He ordered me an Aperol Spritz (ideal) and for the first hour it was going okay, general chit chat, first date kinda stuff.

Now, it’s your chance to share your initial thoughts:

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Then we had a couple more drinks, I was a little tipsy by this point, and all of a sudden, things started to go downhill.

He invited me back to his house to “cook dinner” and because I wasn’t massively into him I decided to pass and say no. Almost immediately after, he blurted out “ok, well, what are you looking for then?”

A little taken aback, I replied saying that if I meet someone and it’s just sex that’s fine but if we get on well I’m also looking to get to know people in a deeper way. And then, he begins telling me what he’s looking for.

Disclaimer: There was nothing wrong with him having his own ideas of what he wanted his future partner to look like, it was the blatant sexism and misogyny that followed that I had an issue with.

He starts by telling me that the next person he plans on dating will need to be the woman that will become his wife. He states that this person will help him build his empire, move with him wherever he goes and raise his children. Mind you, he also goes on to insist that his kids will be superhuman.

And then, the tears begin to pour out. He goes on and on about how being a mum is the most important job in the world and how girls nowadays think that being a stay-at-home mum is so lame and how much of a shame that is. And at this point, I’m just sitting there thinking “that’s completely valid and fine if that’s what you want out of life, but that’s just not for me.”

Time to vote again, how’s it looking so far?

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Nevertheless, another set of tears begin to fall down his cheeks and so out of interest, I ask him if he’d ever consider being a stay-at-home dad. He replies, “That’s just not my skill set.” When I ask him what his skill set is exactly, he informs me that he is primed to make money and that’s just the way life works.

He practically laughs his head off when I mention how I’m very focused on having a career and so I don’t even mention that I’m not even considering having kids in the future.

Either way, he finishes his speech, looks up to meet my eyeline and simply asks: “You’re going to walk out in a second aren’t you?” And that’s just what I did. I know it might seem obvious, but I’m still not 100% sure whether or not I was too harsh on him. He’s messaged me a few times on Hinge since but I haven’t yet responded. Do I want to pursue a guy who’s clearly wanting to live a very different life to me?

Final say, final vote:

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Rate My Date: The one where he got roped into a drag performance

Keep your friends close and your internet besties closer. Introducing Rate My Date, a weekly venting session where indecisive singles share their first-date stories in exchange for some well-needed honesty. Will there be a second date on the cards? Your call.

Name: Jojo
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 21
Occupation: Masters student
Dating history: Lots of frogs
Looking for: Someone with tattoos and a membership to the Tate Modern

So, after having finally escaped from the complete train-wreck that is university romance, I entered my 21st year looking to have fun and meet people who were more on my level, and not solely interested in the student union dance floor.

I matched with a short king on Hinge and after briefly exchanging niceties, we set a date to visit the local Wetherspoons—romantic, I know. Anyways, the conversation was good—£4 gin and tonics to thank for that—and after knocking knees under the table for an hour or so, we decided to try out a new bar across the road.

Now, it’s your chance to share your initial thoughts:

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We walked straight into a flamboyant yet intimate Drag performance. At first glance we telepathically agreed that potentially this wasn’t the most ideal ‘getting to know each other’ setting but before we had a chance to slip out the door we were acknowledged by the drag queen on stage, welcomed and set at the only free table. Naturally, the last seats left were placed directly in front of centre stage. You can see where this is going…

Despite not meaning to fall upon a live performance, we were immediately gripped. A talent show began and pretty soon we were having the best time, laughing together and screaming in admiration for the incredible performers.

Then came the comedy round—now, this is where things became truly memorable. Naturally, when it was announced that they’d be plucking a drag virgin out of the crowd to dance with onstage, I knew that my date was in trouble. And I was right.

They scooped him up, publicly acknowledging the fact that as a straight white man it was his duty and responsibility to play along—I mean, c’mon, it was the least he could do. And, to give him credit, he took it in his stride and smiled as the queens squeezed his muscles, licked his ear, and finally stripped his t-shirt off. To be completely honest, I think he quite liked it.

Time to vote again, how’s it looking so far?

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We walked home together, laughing and reminiscing on the events of the evening. He didn’t seem to be too scarred by the experience and, for me, it was a serious green flag to see him take it in his stride. We’ve been messaging a little bit since and I’m really keen for another date but I wanted to check what the internet’s thoughts were. Is this guy too good to be true?

Final say, final vote:

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