Even though it was just a coffee date, that was damn good. Spent two hours there, just chatting. We're both very deadpan so our sense of humour totally matched, it was like the witty rapid-fire exchanges in
screwball comedies. She would be telling me a story of how she got into journalism, but then she said she kept on getting distracted by my pretty eyes and then my smile. She mentioned my eyes like three times. I returned a compliment about her eyebrows and wingtips, she said "you just made my life with that" cause she was proud of her wingtip skills. I would go on a tangent about the history of smiling in photos and then the women's street campaign to stop telling women to smile. She asked me about my worst dates and then I asked about her experiences. I mentioned how I had googled her, and she seemed embarrassed about the political articles she wrote, how she didn't want to label herself as the token muslim girl but the other articles she wrote didn't get as many clicks. She asked if I was on twitter, then she followed me, and then we got to talking about politics, feminism, meninists, plays, etc. I didn't even get to ask her about videogames, how she had a gold Ocarina Of Time cartridge. She's down for any more physical activity for a second date, arcades, mini-golf, even a bungee jump if that was a thing here in London.
We were getting quite touchy. At one point we did a fist bump over a shared interest. She was playing "
cabbage" with my hand. When we left, we got the same train, so I was holding her shoulders at some point. Playfully nudging her shoes.
I mentioned how I grew up too late to love Harry Potter cause Matilda from Roald Dahl was already that for me. She was shocked that Roald Dahl was my favourite author and so we nerded out about that. She mentioned the Roald Dahl museum and how we should go there on our second date, so she sorted all that out without me even having to wonder. So next week, Roald Dahl museum!
