"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."
She abandoned dating apps six weeks earlier and began trying analogue, friend-arranged dates to end a two-and-a-half-year run of singledom. A late-January date takes place on a rainy Thursday in Dublin. She dresses in a black midi skirt with a lace insert, balancing respectability and sex appeal while fearing overthinking will make her nauseous. The meeting is at Díon, a glamorous new restaurant atop the old Central Bank building with sweeping city views and a 'Celtic Tiger renaissance' vibe. She meets a man named Josh, whom she knows very little about, arranged by a mutual friend.
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