The singles night, which I was booked into was cancelled due to numbers and so at 4.45pm on a Friday evening, I was left dateless again. This was beginning to become a bit of a habit. Dates and schedules needed to be kept, if I am going to be able to succeed in my somewhat crazy task.
I got out my little black book and started ‘cold calling’ dates that had contacted me requesting a date. I got in touch with one guy, who was still out on the town since Wednesday (this was now Friday)…. I nearly had the deal made when thankfully I was able to pull in a date from a guy who was scheduled for later in my 40 Dates calendar.
Richard, just seemed easy. He was a delight on the phone, and seemed open to everything. The date was set for a few hours after my elusive call. The dating venue was a Moroccan restaurant named DaDa in D2. I had a good feeling about this date. He happened to be a friend of a very good friend (don’t ya love Ireland) and he came highly recommended. My friend is of good breeding, so I knew it had to be worthwhile.
As I entered DaDa I was catapulted into a scene from Arabian Nights, to a land full of exotic fantastical wonder. It was like a scene from Aladdin, and I was waiting for my genie to pop out. And that he did. Richard was waiting for me in our Arabian themed private booth.
We delved into conversation and soaked up the enchanting atmosphere. Pablo, who is without doubt, the most tantalizing waiter I’ve ever met, talked us through each and every dish, flavor and ingredient on the entire menu. His descriptions enticed all five senses. The courses were superb; a foodies haven. The Moroccan wine varietal was surprisingly good and complemented the flavours perfectly. For a foodie looking for something a bit different, it is truly the perfect date place. Your senses will not be disappointed in this authentic D2 restaurant.
I could see that Richard was having a really good time, and I was too. Even though we were in this Bedouin, sometimes it was like we were sitting at home having a chat as we just got on so well, and it was like we’d known each other for years.
Richard, 29, had moved in the face of recession, moving back from the UK two years ago and further buying his dream house. Richard, who like me, is also the youngest, had done exactly what he wanted irrespective of the many doubts and was smiling in telling his tale. You could see that Richard was a very happy type of guy, who just loved life in general.
Even though, Richard is a chemical engineer, he didn’t seem the analytical type. I worked in a professional development company in Australia, where I learned about personality testing and how to communicate differently with varying personality types. If I was to follow the personality profiling results, Richard would’ve have been cornered into the analytical section. In general terms, I would’ve been told to speak to him in detailed facts and figures. Now, this may work in the business world but with matters of the heart, the main tactic is ‘just be yourself’. That I was, and so was he, which made a beautiful liaison.
Physically, Richard oddly enough reminded me of Ryan Tubridy, but I couldn’t figure out if that was because Tubridy was just in my head or not. There was definitely an attraction for both. Richard would make any girl happy, and perhaps I might be one of them. Again, Richard was completely not my usual type, but after spending an enchanting evening with him, he now most definitely is. Richard marked my dating journey into double figures, I had a long road to go but I was hoping to catch Richard at some point again. I asked him to make a bid for the Date Auction, to allow for a second date. I hope he does.