First Dates/Job Interviews

I wise man once said to me... That "Dating is like an employer who is seeking a specialist employee, you are looking for the right candidate so you take as many cv's and offer as many jobe interviews as time constraints will allow hoping that amongst the rabble you will find the piece of gold that seems to elude the common man." Okay it was only Rafael but that is neither here nor there...

Now this is seemingly simple, but then job interviews aren't first dates are they. With one person coordinating whilst the other desperately tries to impress. At least I hope so otherwise I have been going desperately wrong.

You see I had a series of first dates in the last week, and due to my over critical mind i analysed each after in order to measure the response that I got, most importantly a second date.

First we have a Tamara, a well educated, middle class sweet and pretty girl who suffered from a "Daddy's Little Girl Complex". We ended up at this lovely restaurant in Surrey Called Indiya Indiya, it's quite discreet so it offered the required level of intimacy for two people who were just getting to know each other. She was a genuine intellect, all her hours of being protected by daddy had obviously had at least one positive effect besides her obvious insecurities and tendency to giggle unnecessarily. She offered good company, reliabilty and the opportunity to engage in real conversation with a female and not a cover for the underlying sexual tension nor the needless niceties that go hand in hand with co-gender friendships. We'll come back to her later.

Hailey was an old acquaintance who if i'm honest had originally intended on being a sexual conquest due to her over inflated ego and her model 10 looks. Conversation was stale, she was not interested in anything beyond her own nose and was flirtacious in a somewhat routine and adolescent way. Her tactics consisted of poking me and expecting me to poke her back, trying to spoon feed me hot soup and repeatedly asking me my opinion of her. Now what I had hoped would be a dream come true was in fact best staying a dream. I started rejecting her calls and messages as soon as we left Thalay Thay.

Lastly we have the spontaneously combustible Dior, now with a name like that you would envison a demure, classy, cute lady. Heck No! She was abrupt as a hot iron on a cold winters night pressed flat on your extremities. She was sexualy aggressive, had a crude sense of humour and I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT. Her crass behaviour was inflicted on random passers by as we sat at our picnic in Hyde Park, even going as far to begin an impromptu karaoke style rendition of "Killing Me Softly" on the South Bank opposite the National Film Theatre which I recommend to to any budding film enthusiast.

Now how do these girls fall into the employers category, Dior is the bright individual who you can only take in short bursts so you hire her on contract and keep her number in case that she may be of help in the future, Hailey; you laugh at yourself for inviting her to interview and bin her cv whilst you offer Tamara a full-time position and invite her to dine with the Board Of Executives.

That's what I had hoped but apparently she was the interviewee on that date and she decided to hire me on a contract. LOVELY!!!

As it stands Dior and I are going out for part two tomorrow evening.

Merci Vraiment

Metrosexuality