The last word on first dates

At the time of writing, that video of me wilting on screen after being friend-zoned currently has 552k views.

You can relate anything in life to Father Ted, and I think this video of Father Kevin on the back of the bus sums it up perfectly.

I went from being like a hyena on laughing gas, to Father Stone in 3.5 seconds. Such is life.

I, like most people watching, felt my date went well and thought it would have been worth a shot going on a second one.

Obviously I was disappointed when Daryel said no, but sure at the end of the day, if a boy’s not into you, he’s not into you. Attraction and love are completely subjective. That’s how the cookie crumbles.

I just wish he had described it a bit more eloquently than, “I didn’t want to rip her clothes off.” I’m retrospectively a little bit glad he felt that way, because that dress cost €80 and I would have been feckin’ raging.

Some people are of the opinion that he only said no after I did jokingly (don’t you hate when your joke goes down like a lead balloon), but he said he didn’t feel the spark before we were brought into the room together.

With First Dates you both go into the room separately and give your post-date synopsis, and then they bring you in together for the overall conclusion.

In the real world, if you feel a date goes well but nothing comes of it, you get over it. Nobody brings you into a room at the back of the bar and asks if you want to see each other again.

The First Dates post-match analysis room is a bit like being lined up at the wall in Kilmainham Gaol. You’ll either get shot in the heart or brought on a second date.

The reason I looked so gutted is because my thought process went like this at the time of being asked the ultimatum question of, “would you like to see each other again”:

Jesus, that date went well. I’m sure he’ll want to see me again.

Oh, he just said no.

Omg Amy, you have just been rejected on national television!

Omg X 10, you told the whole country you’ve never had a boyfriend!

You’re going to die alone.

I hope Wexford meet Kildare in this Seasons Championship and beat the shite out of them.
That’s never going to happen.

I only knew him for a couple of hours, so it wasn’t just because this stranger said no that I got upset.

In that moment, any dating heartache I ever experienced came to the forefront of my brain and it all overwhelmed me.

Plus, after watching the English version of First Dates, I convinced myself I was going to meet the one and had picked out a wedding venue already (jokes).

The nice comments and support I have received since the show aired last Thursday have been incredibly uplifting. I don’t think I’ve received one negative or hurtful comment, which is a rare occurrence in a world full of internet trolls.

One guy did say I’m a 3 out of 10 at best, but I’m going to believe that was a typo and he meant to say 13 (positive thinking, positive thinking).

Another girl did say I wouldn’t be great on the wings myself, but I’ll have you know I played U-14 county for Wexford so I’m kind of a big deal.

2FM and the Eoghan McDermott show have even decided to try and help me find someone by organising a speed dating session in House on Leeson Street for me. Sure if that’s not support, I don’t know what is!

Some people have asked if I regret going on the show, and I’d just like to confirm that there are no regrets here. It’s the luck of the draw, and some dates do actually work out on the show.

The producers from COCO television, the radio presenters and generally everyone I’ve met because of it have been amazing. I didn’t find love, but I found a confidence boost.

As the overly used cliche saying goes, if you don’t try, you won’t succeed. And sure who knows what will come of it all!