It\u2019s nice to be nice, they say. And I tend to agree. As exciting as it is to feel the adrenaline surge from having just verbally annihilated everyone in a ten-mile radius (but only if they deserve it), I must admit that the feeling of being nice to someone is much more satisfying. I mean, I\u2019m still a bitch; I just smile while I\u2019m doing it now.<\/p>\n
This week, we have two nice people who say nice things about each other after a nice dinner and I suppose we can\u2019t ask for much more than that. Well, we could \u2013 a lot more \u2013 but this is where we are so let\u2019s meet them. Behold Katie, 29, who works in television, and Will, 35, a senior finance analyst.<\/p>\n \u2018Works in television.\u2019 Could be anything couldn\u2019t it, from opening Holly Willoughby\u2019s post (wear gloves, Katie!) to sitting on the top floor of the executive suite and slashing the hair lacquer budget for Loose Women<\/em>. Either way, as I learned myself when I \u2018worked in television\u2019 a number of years ago, it\u2019s a great way to get people to talk to you at parties. Just make up the celebrity gossip, they won\u2019t care. As for \u2018senior finance analyst\u2019, I have no idea what that means but I\u2019m sure it\u2019s tonnes of fun. Read what happens on the date in full on the Guardian website<\/a>, before returning here for leftovers.<\/p>\n I am not a fan of First Dates<\/em>, which tends to surprise people given much of my shtick has been writing about dating. Aside from a near-anaphylactic reaction to that man who hovers round the lectern like a wasp on a jelly, I hate that the whole thing is so twee and forced. The banter between the waiters, the phone calls in the toilets, the post-date interviews \u2013 actually, no I like those, because you can always see how drunk they are, trying to form their thoughts and not show disappointment through streaming Sambuca sweats. The first couple of series were perfect as they were very real, but now it\u2019s overly scripted which, as it always does, has somehow made it more boring than letting daters just get on with it.<\/p>\n Katie likes to make an ENTRANCE. As I always say, to an increasingly uninterested audience, three minutes late is the optimum arrival time so they can get a good look at you as you sweep in like Sophia Loren strutting into the Greggs on Streatham High Road.<\/p>\n So is a lightbulb in a Disney movie.<\/p>\n Surprise trips<\/strong> \u2705\u00a0\u2013 I screamed (internally) when I saw this. I wouldn\u2019t like this. Not finding out here you\u2019re going until you get to the airport? I know some people love things like that (clearly, usually very outdoorsy people or the types who have costume birthday parties but don\u2019t HIRE their costume or buy a flammable one off eBay like normal people, and instead get someone to lend them a dress from Dangerous Liaisons<\/em> or something) but if I\u2019m \u2018surprised\u2019 I feel cornered, unless it\u2019s something I would definitely love. Please, please do not take chances. Obviously, this shows that our couple are both very thoughtful and generous and no doubt they know their friends very well, so hats off to them.<\/p>\n Niche dating apps<\/strong> \u2013 I assume they mean ones like Veggly (for vegetarians) and Tastebuds (for music bores) rather than\u00a0Feeld (kinky, groups etc), Scruff (bearded queens), and Gelbe-Dusche (maybe run that one through Google Translate). I was watching a dating show the other night \u2013 the very charming I Kissed A Boy<\/em> \u2013 and one of the contestants said they were \u2018sick of the apps\u2019 and it occurred to me just how long people have been saying that. AGES. Well over a decade. What\u2019s the answer, other than taking holy orders? I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n Anyone without a vice is not to be trusted<\/strong> \u2013 No offence but I reckon my list of (now expired) vices are not the kind of vices they mean, and would no doubt send them running for the hills. It\u2019s amazing to me how vices of any description somehow seem cooler when you\u2019re young \u2013 there\u2019s something a little bit sad about still being embroiled in them as you age. Ageism truly reaches its tentacles into every corner. My biggest vice now is Ryvita with a thick layer of butter on the bubbly side, like the kind of thing they\u2019d serve you in prison and tell you it was cheesecake. Oh, and I add cherry choc granola to my ice cream.<\/p>\n My deep fear of turning 30 \u2013\u00a0<\/strong>*bitter laugh rings out*<\/p>\n Good proper \u2018forgot how to eat\u2019 table manners answers \u2013 we are back in a more innocent time.<\/p>\n KIND<\/strong>, like a bumper sticker on a car says you always should be. Trouble is, the car belongs to [REDACTED]. FUN<\/strong>, like a hula-hoop salesman doing balloons on the Pride march. I\u2026 I don\u2019t think it was the lighting that was the problem. Although\u2026 what would happen if the world were lit nicer? As someone with horrible skin and a face like a dropped pie, I can probably blame lighting for a lot of my dating woes. It doesn\u2019t help that most pubs and restaurants are lit like prestige dramas on Netflix, with one candle for every ten tables, and then you find yourself in the Tube station or the train, which has the charmless glare of a drive-thru KFC. I know we need good lighting for health and safety reasons, but just once I\u2019d like a lightbulb to go on somewhere and not have it send whoever I\u2019m talking to rearing back as if they\u2019ve just opened a Jiffy bag of ricin.<\/p>\n No spark. Of course, if you really want to make a spark, you have to rub things together so it\u2019s a bit of an old chicken-and-egg innit? Sad story.<\/p>\n If you enjoyed this and feel able to, maybe\u00a0leave me a small tip on Ko-fi<\/a>. Subscribe to my weekly newsletter<\/a>. Most content is available to all subscribers. This week: why are columnists so obsessed with exclaiming \u201cThere, I\u2019ve said it\u201d?<\/a><\/p>\n The paperback of my third novel THE FAKE-UP is out now. Get it from Amazon<\/a>, Waterstones<\/a>, Bookshop.org<\/a>, Bert\u2019s Books<\/a>, or indeed anywhere you like.<\/p>\n The comments I make are based on answers given by participants. The Guardian chooses what to publish and usually edits answers to make the column work better on the page. Most things I say are riffing on the answers given and not judgements about the daters themselves, so please be kind to them in comments, replies, and generally on social media. Daters are under no obligation to get along for our benefit, or explain why they do, or don\u2019t, want to see each other again, so please try not to speculate or fill our feeds with hate. If you\u2019re one of the daters, <\/i>get in touch<\/a><\/em>\u00a0if you want to give me your side of the story. Exactly how long are these flights that you\u2019re\u00a0booking for\u00a0your\u00a0friends?<\/i><\/p>\n Katie and Will ate at Aqua Nueva<\/a>, London W1. Fancy a blind date? Email blind.date@theguardian.com<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n![\"Katie](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/theguyliner.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/Katie-and-Will-full.jpg?ssl=1\")
<\/a>Katie<\/span> | Will<\/span><\/h5>\n
What were you hoping for?
The closest I could get to being on First Dates \u2013 without making a fool of myself on television.<\/span><\/h5>\nFirst impressions?
Anyone who arrives earlier than me immediately gets a gold star.<\/span><\/h5>\nFirst impressions?
Katie was very friendly with great energy.<\/span><\/h5>\nWhat did you talk about?
How we both have friend groups that organise surprise trips for each other. How Irish men are funnier and more handsome (his words). How anyone without a vice is not to be trusted.My deep fear of turning 30.<\/span><\/h5>\nSpicy v non-spicy margaritas. Niche dating apps. Rainy holidays in France. Coincidently, we discovered that we had both booked holidays for mates and only revealed the destination at the airport.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Good table manners?
Better than me! I wasn\u2019t going to try eating pan con tomate with a knife and fork, but Will did it gracefully.<\/span><\/h5>\nFlawless on her part. I dropped a croquette.<\/span><\/h5>\n
<\/a><\/p>\nDescribe Will in three words.
Kind, adventurous and intelligent.<\/span><\/h5>\n
ADVENTUROUS<\/strong>, like someone who buys a surprise ticket for a friend who has told you, many, many times, that they are afraid of flying. It\u2019ll be fine, they say, you\u2019ll be great, they say, just have a wee drink before you get on, come on, honestly. Cut to an hour later and you\u2019ve been sick on their lap and are whirling through Duty Free like the demonic trees in \u2018The Christmas Invasion\u2019 episode of Doctor Who<\/em>.
INTELLIGENT<\/strong>, like a pig leaving pithy comments under TV recap articles on Vulture.com<\/a><\/p>\nDescribe Katie in three words.
Fun, chatty, confident.<\/span><\/h5>\n
CHATTY<\/strong>, like an old-school cleaning lady at the office you worked at in 2003, who smoked in the toilets and intimated that her husband may have robbed a post office in the 70s. She called anyone with short hair \u2018young man\u2019 (regardless of gender) and would tell you about her dreams of dancing at the Moulin Rouge as she swept the debris from the toaster crumb tray into the bin.
CONFIDENT<\/strong>, like the Guardian Saturday editors scheduling a straight pair of daters for the first week in Pride Month.<\/p>\nAnd \u2026 did you kiss?
No kiss: we said goodbye on the train and the fluorescent lighting wasn\u2019t quite the vibe.<\/span><\/h5>\nJust a hug goodbye.<\/span><\/h5>\n
<\/a>Marks out of 10?
8. There wasn\u2019t that spark but I had a really fun time.<\/span><\/h5>\n8.<\/span><\/h5>\n
Would you meet again?
Of course \u2013 probably as friends, it would be fun to reminisce on this experience.<\/span><\/h5>\nWould you meet again?
Unfortunately not \u2013 the spark just wasn\u2019t quite there.<\/span><\/h5>\n<\/a><\/p>\nPlease support my work<\/span><\/h5>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\nSomething to remember about the review and the daters that I put at the end of every review<\/h5>\n
Like this:<\/h3>\n