James Does LoveStruck @ Patch Bar

Do you work in the City? Love an after work drink and conversation with like-minded professionals?  Then LoveStruck @ Patch Bar St Paul’s is for you.

Here’s how it played out.

A last minute text from a work colleague :

Him

Hmmm this sounds ominous. Wonder what he has in mind.

Him

Me

Him

To give him credit he was right.  We arrived at Patch Bar, down a small winding street among lost of cafes and restaurants Patch Bar was a hidden gem.

Walking down the steps into the basement I couldn’t help but think to myself “What have a let myself in for…”

I’d been to a few singles events before, speed dating ended up being a torrid affair of painful small talk with women that I really wasn’t remotely interested in and the members club “Social” evenings usually ended up a bit of a damp squib.

We burst through the double doors into the room.

Crap !! Its dead. Oh well its been a hard day, we headed to the bar for a drink.  On the bar was a drinks menu full of early doors offers.  Awesome so if all else fails I’d got a cheap bottle of wine to console myself with in the corner as I catch up with my friend, an old work colleague.

Just as we got our drinks the bar lady pointed to a glass full of red straws.

I look around at the handful of people sat down at tables. No one had a red straw. “Fck it!!” I said as I plunged one into my friends Old Fashioned.

We took a seat and looked around the room.  A few groups of people, no red straws and the odd lone male and female who appeared to come and go.  Now and again the individuals would pluck up the courage to talk with each other.  I honestly thought that this was how the night would continue.

Luckily I was wrong.

An hour after we arrived the flood gates opened as more and more people stormed the bar.  The red straws started to appear as people confidence seemed to grow in numbers, possibly with the help of alcohol.

In our prime position sat by the bar we got talking to other small groups, some male and female friends, others just single guys who “were waiting for their friends to turn up..” . Either way I was determined to have a good night so talked to anyone and everyone in my vicinity.

One guy asked me how many numbers I’d got from women. I replied none…  Was I going about this wrong?  To be honest I’d forgotten it was a singles night and was just enjoying the laid back conversation with everyone around me.

The age range seemed quite wide from around 25 through to 45.  One lady I enjoyed talking to looked in her 40s.  I obviously didn’t want to ask.  But she did tell me how one man just asked her if she was divorced, not a great opener I thought. We had a laugh about it though.

As I wandered through the bar to find my friend who had seemed to have gone AWOL I got a tug on my arm. I turned around to find a petite blonde lady behind me.

I’m not sure what really went through my mind at this point, is this a joke? Did I forget to pay for a drink at the bar?  I thought what the hell and followed her back to the bar.

She lead me to a group of her girl friends stood in one corner.  I never did find out who she was actually referring to but enjoyed talking with them for a good hour.  They told me about one of their friends who made an appearance later on who was evidently whisked away by some Russian gentleman with the offer of marriage.  A joke I think, but a good story all the same.

I did get a few numbers that evening, but more importantly than anything had a really good night.

When does a dating event not appear to be a normal dating event…?   When its Lovestruck !!

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