Fed up of nice.

Well, today I went on a date with Pilot Guy. We met in the city centre and it all felt a little awkward. Not entirely sure why, but it did.

We went to over to the Mailbox and I bought us a lovely lunch in a restaurant that I can’t pronounce. That’s how fancy it was! I was stuffed after the chorizo pate, and then I soldiered on to the mushroom pasta dish. It was a little bland, but nothing that a bit of pepper can’t sort out.

He didn’t want me to pay, but he did come up from London and has had hardly any sleep. The least I could do was buy him a 2 course meal. Plus, it was only £27 for the two of us. I might take all of my dates there! Music was quite nice too.

Being a media fanatic, I insisted that we went to BBC Birmingham so I could get resources for my new job. I’m so romantic! Not only did I insist on that, but then I ended up talking to the guy in the shop about the tours they do for schools and about Ben Rich’s eyebrows. By the way, Ben Rich is the local weatherman, and I’m currently conversing with him on Twitter about facial hair.

Oh dear, Pilot Guy is just standing there. Time to make a move. I suggested that we went to the museum as there’s a new Egypt exhibition. Together, like school children, we sat on the bench to watch the 2 minute introductory video which describes the upper and lower kingdoms. Sitting side by side, I really did feel like a kid. Shall I hold his hand? No. Exhibition was lovely, and we even wrote our names in hieroglyphics.

Right, what shall we do now? Cinema? Yes, that’s cliché. We’ll do that. We could go and see a nice romantic comedy, or the latest blockbuster. He let’s me decide. Time is running out and we’re nearing the front of the queue. What do I pick? All of a sudden in the corner of my eye I see a film called Killer Joe. I’ve not heard of this one. It’s certified as an 18. Well, now I’m intrigued. It takes a lot to be certified an 18, and I rarely see them. What could possibly make this film an 18? Curiosity gets the better of me and we opt for that film.

Opening scenes include a stepmother who shows her…erm…how do I put this? Her vagina to her stepson. And then the stepson dreams about his sister being naked. Son and father go to a strip club and obviously there are more scenes of nudity there. Well done me. I’ve just picked the most inappropriate film for a first date. We’ve not even held hands. Although earlier in the day he mentioned fingering and I laughed quite loudly, despite the context being about playing an instrument. Mature.

Pilot Guy then gave me a lift home. Here it goes, we’re going to kiss. Oh, actually we’re not. Just a hug.

A lovely date, and he’s a nice guy, but not entirely sure with this one. As Jay-Z would say…