As a nineteen year-old, I had done comparatively little.
I had travelled a little on my own, but nowhere near as much as I have in the past ten years.
However every time I told the snowboard instructor a story, he would reply with ‘Wow, that’s so interesting, wow …
Whilst I probably wasn’t going on dates anywhere near as frequently as I am this summer, I would go on a first date at least once a week, and it became something of a tradition for me to give the boys at work a full (normally tragic) run-down of the date the following day.
That summer I went on more ‘bad dates’ than I have ever been on since!
Probably because as a result of my experiences I learned a number of lessons about where NOT to meet men, and what does and doesn’t worked for me, and then never repeated the mistakes I made at 19!
Of the twenty or so dates I went on during my Gap Year, the vast majority were pretty appalling, but I’ll tell you about the ‘highlights’. ’ every time he spoke, I gave up on the date, and had a friend ring me with an ’emergency’.
First there was the one where the guy removed a calculator from his pocket at the end of dinner, before proceeding to calculate exactly how much I owed. I literally didn’t hear anything he said first time throughout the entire date. I once went on a date with a man 9 years older than me.