32 years old; Canadian living in UK; single; bright; fit; sporty; looking for fun?
The Date
Mr Subway is waiting for me. I'm 15 minutes late. He is dressed in designer jeans, white T shirt, pink jumper and battered leather jacket. He looks very boy band...high school fantasy guy...mild stubble...utter trouble..we greet and head for the bar. Small talk ensues. I hate this..polite conversation, curtailed by pub punters in close proximity...so I suggest meeting him in the beer garden. He rocks out with the drinks. So he asks me to guess what he does for a living...he offers 5 questions to me and will provide only yes or no answers...here we go I think! Q1 Do you create something? A1 Yes, sort of! Q2 Is your company American? A2 Yes Q3 Can I eat or drink your product? A3 Yes Q4 Are you on the high street? A4 Yes Q5 Are you Macdonalds, BK or KFC? A5 No! BOMBED!!! Mr Subway offers a question 6...well a statement 6...the company is 2 syllables...I am stumped...erm...think..nope...have to ask him....SUBWAY....he is SUBWAY....Subway Melt...Veggie Patty...Chicken and Bacon Ranch and Meatball Marinara!!! Ringadingding...I have to tell him I'm not a Subway Subscriber to be honest...I've been once...for a meatball ensemble with baguette...he looks perplexed....however Mr Subway has done well, 32 years old, running 60 stores in the UK for SUBWAY...he is charming, bright, engaging, charismatic. We talk about me for a while...then we get distracted by a village boat race for the older generation. I dare Mr Subway to join in with a packet of Marlborough lights and a stick as a sail...he's game and joins in....he creates a sailboat of sorts...I like his enthusiasm and energy...BUT we lose however the old ladies LOVE him!!! He tells me nothing scares him. I tell him I beg to differ or that maybe he hasn't found the fear does yet....or Susan Jeffers (Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway that dons my bookshelf..would be lost on him!!!) he tells me about a trip to NYC that he took recently alone....about playing ice hockey and invites me to watch him next weekend...and as he gives me a lift to the garage to buy some chocolate and ciggies...I kinda think Mr Subway is a genuine....go getter who has the world as his oyster or at least the odd cockle and muscle at his realm and I cast a smile as he drives off in his black Porsche Targo...he deserves all of this and what's more he was a very unassuming, interesting and chivalrous date. Still searching but with a glint in my eye for the possibility of a Mr Right on the World Wide Web.....