My second date was, beyond a doubt, fun! It happened one Saturday afternoon and although I had to reschedule at the last minute, it was a winner.
We played dodgem cars, he taught me how to play table hockey and I schooled him in foosball. Mutually beneficial I’d say.
The original idea had been to play putt putt. But, once we were in the arcade millions of other more exciting things beckoned.
He paid for everything. I objected like a good feminist.
We ended off with red velvet cupcakes which we kept referring to as muffins to the annoyance of the waitron.
Would I go to the arcade on another date? Yes. Definitely yes.