Civvy Street

Posted by Helen Whitaker at 02:52 on 27 May 2009

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So after a couple of lunch dates with the celebrity my friend has decided he is a ‘bit of a douche’ (my friend’s exact words) with suspected hair plugs and a need for constant ego-stroking. Not so much the catch. She can’t even be entreated to see him again for the greater good (he has a house in Malibu, which would be perfect for entertaining friends – like me – this summer), so it’s back to civilian dating for her, although I think the very idea of going on ‘lunch dates’ highlights the essential difference between Brit and American dating.

After a straw poll of all my British friends we decided that seeing someone at lunchtime is unthinkable to any English person for a first date. Dating’s already a minefield, nevermind doing it sober. I don’t know anyone who started going out with someone without a vat of booze involved (though I’m not sure if this says something about British people in general or just reflects badly on me and my friends).

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