Harry
We don’t know what the bathroom talk is about but the guy has a nice deck.
It was always going to be a push having a lab finishing at six and the date starting at seven, but I caught up pretty fast as my flat mate greeted me at the door with a shot of gin. As I was preparing myself mentally and physically, he was still forcing gin shots upon me. I had no idea where Di Lusso was so I headed off early, tipsier than I should have been. After a drunk version of the Amazing Race, I still arrived earlier than her. I convinced the bartender to loan me a pack of cards and began to stack the deck ready to seduce her later with my magic.
When she arrived, I was shocked - I thought had been set up (well I kind of had), and she was gorgeous - way out of my league normally! After cheeky small talk, I told her about our art project. We were challenged with drawing a portrait of the other, but because my artistic skills are far less impressive than my card tricks, I only managed to pull off a stick figure. We handed our drawings to the bartender in secret. By now, the chemistry was perfect so we proceeded to bond over the fact none of us knew anything about the rugby game behind us.
After successfully wooing her with my deck (of cards) we engaged in simultaneously sipping a steamy Hot Apple Pie cocktail, losing myself in her beautiful eyes. It was about then, I noticed my lecturer walked in. Sheepishly I panicked and hid in the bathroom hoping she hadn’t seen me. I think I got away or maybe she was more embarrassed than me but thankfully that’s as far as it went. We polished off our bar tab, ate what we could from the food, and hit the streets.
She had an early start the next morning so we called it a night after exchanging Facebook details [Critic notes that this merely required a name!]. It was top notch banter and her suggestive kiss on the check before she left was enough to leave me wanting more.
Thanks Critic and Di Lusso bartenders - highly recommend!
Bess
Early nights are not a legit excuse but you seem polite.
After a desperate phone call from a friend, I stepped up for a last minute blind date fill in. This was not only me being a great mate, but the recent sub-zero temperatures led me on the path to finding true love.
The chemistry levels went through the roof halfway through our first drink when he whipped out his massive package ... of cards. (He latter admitted to me he had arrived early to borrow cards and rig the pack. Bless.) This seductive tactic didn’t stop there with him pulling out two more card tricks throughout the night, even after staff tried to take the cards away. The dramatic finale required a change of location to a bigger table where he enlisted a volunteer from the enthralled audience at the bar.
When he said he went to Carrington last year I thought he must be a rather studious lad. This was confirmed by the (surprise?) arrival of his Pharmacology lecturerer, a friendship no doubt struck up by his role as enthusiastic class rep. In order to prevent the lecturer crashing our date we had to quickly turn to the wall behind us where a riveting five minute discussion about the quality of the wood ensued.
Our walk home led to the always problematic ‘do I stay or do I go now?’. For me, unfortunately it was the latter, although he did convince me that he was ‘as stubborn as an ox’, promised me a cooked breakfast by his flatmates, PLUS offered a bonus 1am “no talking” curfew for our respective early mornings. It was an appealing offer and so made it a difficult choice.
Thanks to my date - you seriously are a really nice guy and I am sure you will find true love sometime soon if you keep on playing your cards right. And shots to Critic and Di Lusso for a night full of great food, drinks, banter and card tricks.