When I was writing Right Click, Love, I tried to draw off my own and old school friends dating stories and experiences to lend a semblance of realism to the story. Dating is one of those subjects that no matter what you say, someone else always has a story more fanciful and often cringeworthy.
I want to tell you one of my dating stories. It very nearly made it in as Jodie’s first official date with James, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to leave it in, no matter how much I amended it to fit.
Myself and a friend (let’s call her H) had arranged to meet a couple of guy friends (J & T) and hit up a club for Valentine’s day. T pulled out at the last minute, having got back together with his ex that very day, so H rang around to see if anyone else wanted to join us. No one was. While she was on the phone sorting that out, J called me and we decided to give the whole “double date” thing a miss and meet up just the two of us.
Panic ensued when I realised I had left my planned outfit at H’s place. I may or may not have cried knowing I would have looked pretty good, but I pulled myself together and managed to whip a decent outfit up. Another friend (M) came to do my hair for me while I applied the war paint and I was ready to go.
J and I arranged to meet at the local tube station before heading out to the pubs and clubs of West London. We were getting on really well; chatting about mutual friends, music tastes, and general nothingness that always occurs on a first date no matter how much time you have spent with that person as part of a large group.
We found our way into one of the busiest pubs in the area because they tended to be cheaper and played decent music. There was lots of laughing between us, but I was starting to worry there was no “spark” much as Jodie did with James, but I didn’t worry because a good night with a friend is sometimes better than the whole date thing... right?
At about 9pm, we decided to move from the pub into the club. I was pretty excited about this as I knew J was a pretty good dancer (and you know what they say about men who can dance...) and I wasn’t too bad myself. We decided to walk as a) it wasn’t that far and b) we would have more money for drinks.
We began to walk, chatting away when one minute I was around 5,7” tall and the next I was 2,0”! I had been so into our conversation that I hadn’t noticed that the council had been doing some work on the pavement, hadn’t covered a hole up properly and I had stepped right into it with my left foot.
Luckily, J didn’t laugh TOO much as he helped me out. I was mortified, but the missing sparks suddenly appeared as he held my hand the rest of the way.
Needless to say... the night was a success after that. (No, I’m not THAT type of girl)
Originally, when I considered adding this to RCL, Jodie and James were going to go on a double date with Louise and another man, but I worried that it would have been a bit too cliché so I cut it completely.
About the Author:
M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, 2 kids and a dog. She's also a student teacher, a doodler and a chocoholic. Writing has been her one true love since she could spell, and publishing is the culmination of her hard work and ambition.
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