Dating column: Thanks god he was a leftie

I walked into Little Bat, a trendy cocktail bar, absolutely shaking. I’d already wandered around for ten minutes in Highbury and Islington, attempting to feign a fashionably late entrance yet all it had achieved was an increased trepidation for the torture I called a first date.An edgy bleached blonde bartender ushered me into a dimly lit bar.
“I’m waiting for someone…Ethan?” My voice quivered like a sixteen-year-old using fake ID.
“He’s already here, f