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The Knitter

Location: The Milk Thistle, Bristol

I accidently stood this date up! I had been trying to organise a badminton game with my friend Cherry for the Tuesday, but there hadn’t been any courts available so I swapped to looking for the Wednesday instead. Boring boring. Anyhow managed to get the days mixed up and I was with Cherry when I got a message from him saying ‘you must be running very late, because I thought I was late but you still haven’t arrived’ – oops!

He forgave me enough to try again and we met at one of my favourite cocktail bars in Bristol – the Milk Thistle. He was running late this time (getting his revenge no doubt) but the drinks are so expensive in there that I didn’t want to get one in before he arrived (in case he didn't arrive), plus they’re super strong and it was a school night after all…
He was quite good-looking, but very skinny legs. And I like chunky men. Prefer slightly overweight to underweight if I’m being fussy. He seemed like a really cool guy though, very sociable, lots of friends, lots of interesting hobbies…including knitting! So ok I had already stalked his Instagram before the date and saw that he knitted (some quite cool hats actually), but when he said he was part of a knitting group (‘I’m meeting up with the girls from my knitting group later’) I found it a tad odd. I really am not one to judge, honest, (I recently joined a cross stitching class for a month to learn how to make a baby sampler for my God daughter – I was the youngest there by 30 years!), but adding to the fact he was very camp and it was just a ‘meh’ date i.e. there was nothing wrong about it, but there wasn’t anything particularly special about it either, I decided not to see him again after.

A ‘meh’ date and a ‘meh’ blog post!

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