The restaurant was too fancy, meals were too expensive and the person was too _different. _That night was one of the _worst date nights ever_. I’m embarrassed to even talk about it. Before we begin, I’m Poppy and my date was_ Zac._ He has cute dark hair curls, hazel eyes and a smart blazer and trousers on. I’m the complete opposite. I wore a red, flowy summer dress with some small white flowers on it and I bought a bunch of red roses. I regret that _a lot._ We don’t have _anything_ in common, as you will explore below. Well let’s get this journey on the road, shall we?

It was 5pm and I met my best friend Zac at our local restaurant (Lady Rowena’s Parlour). It’s very over the top and _none_ of us are posh so who knows why he chose this place. It even sounds eccentric! We wanted to see how compatible we were and how comfortable we were with each other and it wasn’t much.

“Heyyy!” I said nervously and got a little “Hi!” back. We asked each other if we weredoing okay and he said “I’m doing well thanks - must be because I am with you” and did the _cringiest _wink ever and my cheeks flushed and I thought “omg help me” and by that time, we hadn’t even sad down! I needed to look posh and put together even though I am neither. I’m lucky I was on time. Anyway, we found a seat in a cute corner, romantic right? No. The chairs were gold and had a red rushion like we were the Royals and had neat, clean wooden tables. It was a 2 seater one, of course and he offered to tuck me in. I felt like sticking my nose up as I instantly knew I would have to drown in the awkwardness and put up with it. What I wanted to do was leave, but I couldn’t do that. Not yet. The waitress came and asked for our drinks. “Please can I order a champagne.” I ask and she agreed and asked Zac. “Same for me please” and smiled, a smile so fake it looked like it was painted on his face by a child in the dark. He doesn’t know how to act so he copies me unfortunately. He seemed like he was enjoying my company - even if I wasn’t. “What shall we order?” I pledge the question and he replied vaguely “Not sure yet - still looking” “Okay! Me too!”

A little later on, a waiter comes and asks what we would like to order. “Please can I order a seared scallop on a pea purée.” “Of course, and for you gentlemen?” “Toad in the hole please!” he states proudly while I am shocked, horrified, MORTIFIED! It was my worst nightmare. The waiter laughs nervously, trying to not show his “we’re in Lady Rowena’s Parlour, the nicest restaurant in town and you have the _audacity_ to say ‘toad in the hole’. This is not the Old Fryer!” and I tryed to explain that this isn’t your usual British place and we’re not at home now!

They _somehow_** **after a made him want he liked and I got my food. Our drinks were so tasty and sweet and he knocked some of his over his food. “It’s okay, don’t worry” I smile and he kissed me. HE KISSED ME! I got so caught up in the moment I actually wanted to kiss him - despite the chaos. I enjoyed it too, I think I was drunk. He was too. We overdid it a bit on the champagne - no one is perfect!

The rest of the night went smoothly (finally) and we went out stargazing for a bit before we went our own ways in the taxis. I wave shyly and I practically jump with joy in the taxi. I just want to go home - that’s when you knew it failed. He’s fit, sweet and innocent but he’s not _the one_. We are stil the best of friends but we’re not dating _again_. That’s my disaster date night concluded. Hope you enjoyed reading my mayhem!