The Smelly One

Location: The Vittoria

Rainy Monday. Monday evenings are for sofa cuddling and an early night, but for some reason I decided a date would be a more efficient use of my time.  I realised the error in my ways at around 4pm at work, when I messaged said date to call it off. It was another of those ‘not really excited by pictures or chat’ moments and I had a nice supper of poached eggs, salmon and avocado I was looking forward too.

But, he didn’t take it lying down and actually sent some quite funny responses to my cancellation message that were enough to reluctantly convince me to change my mind again and give it a go.

So I walked to the Vittoria (his choice) after work in the pissing rain. It’s not a pub I have ever wanted to go to before despite its close proximity to work, because from the outside it looks old manny and smelly. 

I went inside and it was indeed old manny and smelly. 

My date stood up to say hello and unfortunately I immediately knew I didn’t fancy him - he was wearing a shirt which I swear my Dad has in another colour and leaning in to kiss his cheek he had a mothy smell to him!

As my friends will know, a guy’s smell (his natural smell, not aftershave) is seriously important to me and mothiness (I guess the normal terminology is mustiness) doesn't float my boat.

But he was interesting to talk to and he made me laugh. I laugh a lot with my friends and colleagues but I’ve realised that on most of my dates I seem to only really laugh to make the other person feel comfortable (or at my own jokes when they don’t get them!), so it was quite refreshing. I probably got on the best with him out of all my other Bristol dates and I really really wanted to find him attractive. But if you don’t fancy someone you can’t force it and the mothy smell was just too much of an issue.

So we left on good terms. This is as successful as it gets nowadays!