My living arrangements aren’t exactly in keeping with someone who has 20K to burn). My attempts to pretend I’m the sort of person with money to burn failed miserably, but I don’t think they noticed.But it was still very different to going on a date with a random bloke I met in a bar, or someone on Tinder.Normally, if you go out with someone and don’t feel like there’s much chemistry, you just stop replying to their text messages.
As it happens, although I had a lovely time with both men, I felt pretty ambivalent about seeing them again, and told Jo as such.
Despite this, it still stings a bit when I hear that one of my dates agrees with my assessment.
Mainly because the emphasis was on getting to know each other – there was no expectation that we’d be going home together at the end of the night (as Mairead had already said “it’s certainly not a shag-fest”).
I found out far more about both my dates than you normally do when the wine’s flowing and you’re busy trying to work out if the other person’s going to make a move or not.
The man calls you, the man arranges the date, the man picks you up, none of this ‘I’ll meet you at the tube at seven’ business. We didn’t go anywhere ridiculously expensive, for one date we went Dutch, for another he paid.
It’s not old-fashioned necessarily – it’s nice.” As it happens – and this is probably more due to living in London than a lack of chivalry - both of my dates arranged to meet me in bars, rather than picking me up from my flat (although I’ve no idea how I’d have explained away the one-legged drunk who sometimes sits on my front wall if they had done. They were both much more interesting than I thought they’d be (for some reason, I was expecting a pair of soulless bankers who hadn’t left the office since the Royal Wedding).
In many ways the experience was easier – a third party conducting things meant there were no miscommunication, and the amount of money people were sinking meant everyone was pretty committed to meeting a partner. We limit ourselves tentative text messages and emails so we never get hurt. That’s the point though – Berkley International is designed for the sort of people who have neither the time or the inclination to mess around.
And maybe that’s something plebs like me can learn from.
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