Blind date: ‘He handled an allergic reaction with stoicism, while I fretted about having to tell the Guardian I’d killed my date’
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Felix, 24, a film programmer, meets Erin, 23, an archaeologist. What were you hoping for?. Someone to talk to about absolutely awful movies. More importantly, someone kind in wonderful knitwear. First impressions?. Instant energy and joy, though sadly no knitwear!.
What did you talk about?. The correct way to order a cheeky monkey spritz. What we imagined the texture of a minion to be like (leathery?). Whether our parents will read this. Most awkward moment?. Telling the group who took our photo we were on a Guardian blind date, only for them to be completely uninterested.
Good table manners?. Not a gripe. And she had a sympathetic bedside manner after I tried her leek and potato soup and had an allergic reaction (inexplicably, it contained hazelnuts). Best thing about Erin?. I’ve never been on a date with someone I felt so completely at ease with. She wore a tie to the meal, too.
Blind date is Saturday’s dating column: every week, two strangers are paired up for dinner and drinks, and then spill the beans to us, answering a set of questions. This runs, with a photograph we take of each dater before the date, in Saturday magazine (in the UK) and online at theguardian.com every Saturday. It’s been running since 2009 – you can read all about how we put it together here.