
I don't profess to know much about first dates. I've only been on one.
Truth is, I met my husband when we were students at Cambridge and we were friends for eight months before we started going out with each other. As friends, we went on a geology field trip to Arran, in Scotland, and had such a wonderful week that from then on we were almost inseparable, even though it took another couple of months to actually decide that we liked each other in
that way. During those two months, I went on a couple of dates with another chap - a ginger-haired, 6'5, half-Spaniard from Girton College. It didn't last long. And that was it.
I do know, however, that it's not very polite to lunge at someone with your tongue out. This is my new theme: first dates.