Digweeds Trousers
New member
Well, after 48 hours of top tips and advice from Albions finest lotharios and Terry Thomas wannabes I can report back to NSC with a run-down from last night.
Leaving work early I popped home and spruced up. Knowing she was coming straight from work I didn't want to be too casula and make her feel overdressed.
I went for the simple dark suit, crisp white shirt, no tie and well polished shoes. We met at a small bar in Sevenoaks and I have to say I had forgotten how gorgeous she was. Feeling slightly nervous I offered her a drink, both Gin and Tonics and we sat down on a comfy sofa in the corner.
The part I had been most nervous about was that initial 20 minutes or so but it was surprisingly easy, as the conversation went from work, instigated by a simple how was yopur day? question which opened the conversation to work, people and so on.
We then went to the restaurant and by now was feeling more relaxed and comfortable. I had incidentally by now decided that I would insist on paying. We kicked off with a bottle Sancerre, great decision from NSC, thank you, and picked the food. She went for a simple mackerel pate, and I chose a herring dish.
For the main course she plumped for the Dormer Crab and I chose the pan-fried Bass.
Absolutely top grub, top wine and by now it was clear that we were enjoying each others company. Then the high spot of the night. She said: " I don't mean to be rude but would you mind if make a quick phone call?"
slighlty worried, based on the 'she may be finding an excuse to leave' I nodded and she then proceeded to ring her brother and ask "What is the England score ?"
Scraping my jaw off the floor I asked if she was a keen football fan. It transpired she was and had been to several Charlton (not great, but could be a lot worse as she is not a million miles from Priestfield) games and absloutley loved it. Unfortunately she was a big England fan and asked my so many Scotsmen loved watching England lose, which I superficially touched on and then explained why she thought James was a disaster but how could he not be with Tim Flowers as his coach at Man City (!!) and how David Beckham was an unattractive, overpaid nancy bot who flattered to deceive.
Well thing went from strngth to strength and it became clear that I could quite happily repeat the evenings events. It was then that she said that we should meet again next week for her sisters part in London and I felt that it would be ungentlemanly and rather gauche for the "Would younlike to pop back for a coffee" line.
I saw her into a cab and then made my way home feeling quite pleased and reflecting on a very pleasant evening. the best thing about the whole proceedings was that I did not think once about the ex girlfriend and although it cropped up very briefly I simply did not want to talk about her when I was enjoying myself so much.
She texted me to say that she had got home ok and that she had had a fantastic time and was looking forward to the next date.
All in all a thousand thatnks to NSC as all the advice and dos and donts were a great help. Easy 10 the poem nearly came out but I forgot the third verse. Brovian, she was more interested on the first tank enegagement at Cambrai and we agreed to discuss that on a more in-depth basis on the following date.
So there we are then. A top night out, with a lovely girl who loves football. Can't be that bad and I hope that things will carry on in the same vein. All that is left to say is that for anyonelse ont his message board, if you have any domestic dilemmas, any problems of the heart, throw them open to the fine people of NSC and you will not go far wrong!!
ONce again. Thank you all and see you at Watford.
Leaving work early I popped home and spruced up. Knowing she was coming straight from work I didn't want to be too casula and make her feel overdressed.
I went for the simple dark suit, crisp white shirt, no tie and well polished shoes. We met at a small bar in Sevenoaks and I have to say I had forgotten how gorgeous she was. Feeling slightly nervous I offered her a drink, both Gin and Tonics and we sat down on a comfy sofa in the corner.
The part I had been most nervous about was that initial 20 minutes or so but it was surprisingly easy, as the conversation went from work, instigated by a simple how was yopur day? question which opened the conversation to work, people and so on.
We then went to the restaurant and by now was feeling more relaxed and comfortable. I had incidentally by now decided that I would insist on paying. We kicked off with a bottle Sancerre, great decision from NSC, thank you, and picked the food. She went for a simple mackerel pate, and I chose a herring dish.
For the main course she plumped for the Dormer Crab and I chose the pan-fried Bass.
Absolutely top grub, top wine and by now it was clear that we were enjoying each others company. Then the high spot of the night. She said: " I don't mean to be rude but would you mind if make a quick phone call?"
slighlty worried, based on the 'she may be finding an excuse to leave' I nodded and she then proceeded to ring her brother and ask "What is the England score ?"
Scraping my jaw off the floor I asked if she was a keen football fan. It transpired she was and had been to several Charlton (not great, but could be a lot worse as she is not a million miles from Priestfield) games and absloutley loved it. Unfortunately she was a big England fan and asked my so many Scotsmen loved watching England lose, which I superficially touched on and then explained why she thought James was a disaster but how could he not be with Tim Flowers as his coach at Man City (!!) and how David Beckham was an unattractive, overpaid nancy bot who flattered to deceive.
Well thing went from strngth to strength and it became clear that I could quite happily repeat the evenings events. It was then that she said that we should meet again next week for her sisters part in London and I felt that it would be ungentlemanly and rather gauche for the "Would younlike to pop back for a coffee" line.
I saw her into a cab and then made my way home feeling quite pleased and reflecting on a very pleasant evening. the best thing about the whole proceedings was that I did not think once about the ex girlfriend and although it cropped up very briefly I simply did not want to talk about her when I was enjoying myself so much.
She texted me to say that she had got home ok and that she had had a fantastic time and was looking forward to the next date.
All in all a thousand thatnks to NSC as all the advice and dos and donts were a great help. Easy 10 the poem nearly came out but I forgot the third verse. Brovian, she was more interested on the first tank enegagement at Cambrai and we agreed to discuss that on a more in-depth basis on the following date.
So there we are then. A top night out, with a lovely girl who loves football. Can't be that bad and I hope that things will carry on in the same vein. All that is left to say is that for anyonelse ont his message board, if you have any domestic dilemmas, any problems of the heart, throw them open to the fine people of NSC and you will not go far wrong!!
ONce again. Thank you all and see you at Watford.
