Occupation: Executive assistant
Dating history: Just moved to London after breaking up with my ex of a year and a half
Looking for: Something exciting
I matched with someone on an undisclosed dating app (okay, Tinder) and we met up for a drink in London. He currently lives in Kent and so had been planning on getting the last train home after we met, but… he missed it. I told him he could stay with me in my flat but I made it abundantly clear that I wasn’t going to sleep with him.
Fast forward to when we’re back at mine, I begin to doze off and, all of a sudden, I feel him get up from my bed, hear him walk downstairs and try to open the front door (which you can only do with a key).
He was clearly struggling with the door quite a bit and it was only when I heard him have a short conversation with someone on the phone that I realised he’d ordered himself an Uber home! At this point, I knew he wasn’t going to be able to open the front door, so I decided to stay warm and relaxed in bed while he fumbled around in the dark.
Not long after, I heard a slam, followed by a loud yell from who I recognised to be my flatmate. I ran to the top of the stairs in panic, and saw my date halfway stuck out of the window, his legs flailing around in the corridor.
As my housemate later told me, she’d walked up towards our front door on her way back from a night out and spotted my date desperately trying to jimmy open the ground floor window. Because she’d been so drunk, she’d not fully processed the scene and so it was only when she heard him plead for her to let him out that she clocked on.
Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I probably would’ve woken up the next morning and been completely spaced over how he’d managed to make his great escape.
He texted me the following day to let me know that he just didn’t want to make me feel uncomfortable or feel as though I had a responsibility to let him stay over. He was actually really sincere about the whole thing and said that he hoped he could see me again soon because he’d had a really lovely time. Clearly, he wasn’t put off at all by our slightly misshapen first date.
So, the question is: Do I give things another chance, or will I be setting myself up for another escape act?
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