When Oxford Met Cambridge

When oxford met Cambridge

So Cambridge I have written about before. We’ve met each other a few times since our first time, but we are totally in different places so we just see each other casually and consider each other friends.

Enter Oxford. Oxford is ginger (swoon). funny. Oxford educated (you know my obsession with a good education). And American (no need to explain). Yes, he gets me, my intellect, my sense of humor and my weird accent… what’s not to like about him?????

So we meet at my fav place (y’all know the one), and have some dinner. He’s charming and very funny. Albeit a little too loud and slightly arrogant (I think I may be a little arrogant also, so I can overlook this).

He also doesn’t put his hand in his pocket when ordering the first drink which irks me. Now, I’m not one for expecting a guy to pay at all. I much prefer “going Dutch” on a date. Or, if I’m late, I’ll offer to buy the first round. I don’t expect a guy to pay, but a gesture towards pretending to pay makes a difference to me.

So anyway, we seem to be doing rounds now. I’m down.

He had told me previously that he had never been to an open mic night so I suggested that we go to Cambridge’s (yes the same one I went to with the Australian). I don’t mind, if he doesn’t mind.

So we walk across to the open mic place and he’s literally power walking ahead of me. This drives me mad as shows no awareness of others. He’s starting to grate on me.

It’s only when we rock up to the open mic that I realize that he is acting this way as I am making him ridiculously nervous. For such a confident guy, my presence is effecting him. He also downs another 2 drinks and we listen to the singing. Being the musical theatre buff that I am, I know all the songs (which he seems impressed with), and am giving him the back story to all the songs. I am also getting tipsy and wanting to get up and sing. But trying hard to resist.

Between the songs, we are having the best chat and he very vocally expresses how much he likes me.

He was also super nice about all the singers who got up (even those who were struggling) and he Just turned into a lovely, lovely guy once the drinks had relaxed him.

He held my hand and encouraged me to lean against him when the soppy numbers were sung, and played with my hair.

We stayed till the end. Said goodbye to Cambridge (and his date), and Oxford waited with me for my Uber Home.

He’s defo worth seeing for a second date.

Called Cambridge when I got home to congratulate him and he said Oxford was lovely and seemed visually into me. I always preferred Oxford to Cambridge anyway 😉