I believe in the concept that you can’t find a good guy in a night club, not that good guys don’t go to clubs, it’s more a case of his intention when juiced up on a cocktail of vodka and Champagne and listening to blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a alcohol, while an endless stream of pretty, young girls gyrate in knicker flashing skirts, remain honourable?

So since a man has never approached me in the frozen section of the supermarket and I don’t go to art exhibitions, I figured the simplest way to get a date was to ask a friend to hook me up with her best single, male friend.

I have to admit I had a good feeling about Doctor……..yes she hooked me up with a doctor, let me not be modest, a surgeon! All be it a cosmetic one who only dealt with injectables but this dude had been to medical school and qualified which is two up from the last “doctor” I met, but that’s another story. I’ll admit to having a soft spot for doctors, I immediately give my trust to a man who has sworn an oath to be good and decent and help cure all sick people, or in this case help them look a few years younger.

We met in Knightsbridge in a bar he had suggested, to my surprise he was with a friend, a small man with a wide, almost desperate smile, who was completely over shadowed by the dishy doctor. He completely captivated me with his stories of wealthy older women and their botex requirements and his plans to open his own surgery next year, humm doesn’t sound that interesting in hindsight but imagine, 6 foot four of dark chocolate surgeon, with voice that resonated like an African drum and skin he himself had botoxed into smooth perfection.

His friend, can’t remember his name, let’s call him why don’t you go home got the various martini’s in and added to the early evening chatter, was quite nice to have a third person to break the first encounter nerves. Although he was rather dogmatic and wanted to antagonise me at every opportunity I guessed he was a little jealous, after all I was about to steal away his best friend.

“Are you single?” he asked me

“course I’m single” I replied “why would I be her if I wasn’t?”

“Come on this is London” he replied, “No one’s single!”

“Who is this guy?” I joked to Doctor Dish “Would you go out on a date with a woman if you weren’t single?” I not so much as asked but insisted.

“When’s the wedding?” Mr go home asked, joking…..I think.

Doctor Dish, obviously uncomfortable by all the nonsense kinda laughed in a sweet, humble way and went to the bathroom leaving me and this joker to continue the banter.

Weirdly enough the strange threesome rolled on all evening, to a Mayfair restaurant and hotel bar till 3am then since none of us wanted to go home we hit a strip club for more champagne while I picked out girls for dances, cause I’m open minded like that. And it was while Mr still hadn’t gone home was off having a private dance that the Doctor and I had a very steamy kiss. Maybe it was the naked women all around, maybe it was the copious amounts of champagne but I was super horny and he asked, shall we go back to mine?

Shall we go back to his? He asked, what I heard was “When’s the wedding?” We might have been to three different places and spent 4 figures on the pleasure but I hadn’t forgotten how he shifted and didn’t answer so I asked the question again. “Are you engaged?”

“But what does it tell you about the state of my relationship if I’m here with you?” he begged with a hard on and lips moist from the kiss.

“Thought I could trust a doctor!” I said shaking my head disappointedly. As I picked up my coat and headed for the door.

I mean I am a lady of sorts and although sex on the first date should be a no-no, sex with a married or almost married man is not gonna catch me what I’m looking for. And while I’m being all grand about my morals it begs the question why I didn’t confront the flanderer from the outset. I asked myself the same question as I staggered to my bed, at 5am, drunk on the best champagne and sushi Mayfair has to offer. Ahhh bloody men.

Words by Gaia Beck



  1. Gaia,

    Look out of town! Rich Bankers (with a W) are all you will find in busy city such as London.

    It’s a shame the date didn’t go to plan, please have words with your friend who hooked you up with a married doctor…..

    May I suggest going for drinks with female friends to Surrey & trying your luck, I had a very good relationship with someone out of town and found the fact that we both had very different lifestyles & living in completely different environments allowed us to stay very interested in each other.

    Don’t give up on men but don’t look where you have already searched….

    Good luck in your quest, I find your articles very engaging and enjoyable to read!


  2. Not all in a club is bad … met my missus in a club but then is a different era to now.

    Chance encounters or the quiet one in the club with nothing to prove, the one not scouting? Thats the ticket…

  3. SO TRUE!!! Does Mr Right even exist these days???It’s like I’ve exhausted all the possible ways you can meet a guy, and I still haven’t found what I’m looking for!!! I guess I’ll just have to settle for Mr Right-Now for the time being…
    Can’t wait for the next article!!!! Xx

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