Thursday, 2 July 2015

Dating. The 90's Way.

I have once again inexplicably found myself drawn to watching Love Island on ITV2. In between trying to translate what "pied" and "mugged off" means I am also baffled by the men's shortest of shorts and the girls pointed nail extensions which require no place around a swimming pool and one wonders how they wipe their bleached bum holes?

But mainly what I am thinking is? Jeez dating in the 90's was SO MUCH EASIER. Without the creation of social media, hell we didn't even have a mobile phone, life was simpler. Rejection was private. And the only mugging off was a nice cup of tea awkwardly with your current boyfs parents whilst you waited for them to get ready to go out (putting on clean jeans, not painting on their huge eyebrows). 

Asking Someone Out
We. Had to. Gasp. Speak to each other! It may be over a drunken £1 a shot night out at uni or at a house party. I also remember writing a little note that was sent with another lad to my hearts desire with my phone number on. My home phone number. Which could have resulted in the terrifying...


Our life line to love...but only after 6pm


...Fear of Parents Answering the Phone 
If you wanted to phone a boy. Or vice versa there was the utter horror that their parents may in fact answer. At one point my sister and I would fight for who would be in charge of the phone after 6pm. All calls had to wait till then as it was cheaper. Not free like nowadays. Just a bit cheaper. Hour long sweet nothings were interrupted by my Mother walking past me on the stairs glaring every ten minutes, my Dad shouting I had been on the phone long enough. And my sister awaiting fuming for "her turn". 

The Date
"Let's meet outside Marks and Spencer's at 8pm". "OK!" That was it. There was no tagging anyone in on social media. No "where the f*ck are you?" texts. No snap chatting (which to be honest I have no clue what that means) on the bus. We didn't Instagram our shoes. You waited for your boyfriend at the time to arrive. And then you waited a bit more. And a bit longer... 

Never Ending Waiting
...And then? You went to the nearest phone box and had to make the dreaded "I'm sorry Mrs Smith. But has Tom left yet?". The answer you wanted was "oh yes he's just going to be a bit late". The answer you didn't want was "oh is he not there yet? He left two hours ago!". Which meant sit and wait. Or leave not knowing till tomorrow if he ever arrived. As you couldn't phone the home phone past 9pm!! Parents didn't like that. It was the rule. 


Our mobile phone. That wasn't mobile. And smelt of wee

You Made It!
So he arrived at Marks and Sparks just after 8pm and then you spent a blissful evening doing whatever with your new chap. And it really was whatever. No one knew where you went. What you were doing. Where you were. You knew your rents expected you in at some point that night but there were no texts. You could take out a huge clunky camera but the selfie never existed. Bar the time you snogged in a photo booth. Realising when they came out you looked quite, quite ugly when you kissed. 

Splitting Up
As with most relationships you have between 16 and your early 20s. They are short lived. Not destined to last. Unless you are very lucky. So much like today, dumping was rife. But about as public as it gets was being dumped on a night out. Or in a train station (now that was brutal). And that was it. Sure you may bump into them on another evening out with friends or heard on the grapevine they were snogging someone else in your sixth form. 

Moving On
There were no bitter tweets sent, we weren't tagged in any Instagrams of 'the ex' pouting with a group of other girls. You couldn't stalk them on Facebook watching every 'check in' and having a little bit of your soul destroyed each time. You just moved onto the next lad. Maybe even a friend of your former boyf. There didn't seem to be 'lad code' or 'bros before hos'. It was anything goes! As long as you didn't call their home phone past 9pm. 


Better to be dumped here. Than on Facebook eh? SOB #notbitter

I'm a little bit sad there isn't a bit more photographic evidence of my late teens and early 20s as I was four stone lighter and often went out without a bra on without them flapping around my knees. But I am glad that no one will ever get to witness the time I was was left stood crushed in New Street Station, dumped, weeping under the departures board. Braless and thin.

Photos courtesy: tvfilmprops, dailymail

22 comments:

  1. hahaha! Love this! I think if I was a teen now I would be terrified of dating because of social media. lol

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  2. Ah the good old days - the house phone and that very real fear of your parents answering the phone. I still know my parents house number for a house we moved out of years ago and I can't remember my own mobile number....

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  3. Ha ha brilliant! I remember those days well. So much easier eh? Seriously, the torture of social media after being dumped must be horrendous! x

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  4. I miss ringing my friends' landline phones and asking their parents if I could speak to them. Oh I loved the 90's. Things were so much simpler then x

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  5. Hahah I loved speaking to my friends all day at school and then ringing the landline. I remember when my first boyfriend rang me at home for the first time. I waited by the phone all night and was nearly sick I was so nervous. ;) x

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  6. But what did we talk about all evening? My dad used to stand doing a 'wing it up' action with his hands and I would cry that he was mean. And speaking to boys was THE worst. My brother used to race me to the phone and tell people I was at bible study. It's all coming flooding back! X

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    1. Ahhhh hours of sweet nothings. I miss it x

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  7. Lol, brilliant - this brings back quite a few memories! I'd forgotten all about having to use the phone after 6pm because it was cheaper - I used to sit on the stairs with the phone cable stretched out as far as possible in an attempt to get some privacy! :-)

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    1. Same here! We defo sat on the stairs! x

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  8. That's brilliant. My husband is the friend of my previous boyfriend, who was the friend of the boyfriend before that, because that's how we used to meet people in the 90s! We used to write a lot of letters too. On paper with a pen and put them in a postbox with a stamp on them.

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    1. In a postbox? With a stamp??? MAD TIMES! ;) x

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  9. Haha, the memories! That dreaded land line and the dive to get there first when it rang in the evening! xx

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  10. Oh my days this is amazing, just brilliance ha ha. A simpler time for sure xx

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  11. Yep, totally relate to this. Especially the calling the home phone bit. Oh, the sheer embarrassment of my younger brothers answering the phone to a boyfriend and deliberately saying something to embarrass me. x

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