"It's a Thursday night in the bleak height of January. Mother Nature has taken a dislike to Dublin, and this is the fifth day of rain in a row. I'm dressed up in a black midi skirt with a lace insert at the hem, just enough to reveal a hint of leg. Was I trying to look respectful, with a touch of sex appeal? Who knows, and if I think too much about how I'll be perceived, I'll get nauseous."
"I'm heading to Díon, Dublin's latest restaurant opening, perched on top of the old Central Bank building. It's glamorous, screams 'Celtic Tiger renaissance', and comes with sweeping views of the city. I'm there for a date with a man I know very little about. His name is Josh*, and we've been set up by a mutual friend."
Fed up with dating apps, a woman decides to stop using them and try analogue dating after two-and-a-half years of singledom. She arranges a set-up through a mutual friend and prepares nervously for a blind date. The meeting takes place on a rainy January evening at Díon, a new, glamorous restaurant atop the old Central Bank with sweeping views. She chooses a black midi skirt with a lace hem to balance respectability and sex appeal. Overthinking about how she will be perceived triggers nausea before the date begins.
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