Ned
I gave my permission for my flatmate to email Critic and plead my case for a chance at love and to break my extensive dry spell. On the night of the date I got dressed to the nines and nailed a bottle of wine to calm my nerves. My overly-excited flatmates dropped me off in the mechanical masterpiece “The Rage.” After a quick prep talk and spotting my date walking into Angus, I quickly followed and after quick introductions we got a few drinks and started chatting at the bar.Conversation seemed to be flowing along fairly well, she turned out to be a second-year local girl. We were finally seated and had our meals delivered to us. The food was delicious and she relieved me of my mushrooms, as I firmly believe the only fungi that should be ingested are of the magical kind. By this stage the bottle of wine and the bar tab started to kick in and things began to get a little hazy. After finishing the bar tab and a couple of ciggies I began to get bored of the date and wanted to carry the party on elsewhere.
We decided to go around the block to the backpackers party and meet up with my friends and watch their band play. My date came along and hung out. It was around this time that I completely blacked out apart from a few flashes of being in the Craic and walking back to her house. However, upon waking up in a strange flat, I realised that it was neither her flat nor her – somewhere along the line I had swapped my date for some other woman. I tried to escape before the hangover kicked in but was a little slow off the mark and had to have a cheeky spew on the way out. Embarrassing.
Cheers to Critic and Angus for the free feed and bar tab, it was a great start to a sick night.
Catelyn
I arrived at Moon Bar feeling confident and excited. As I was arriving I saw a carload of rowdy-looking males pull up. I knew my date was amongst them. I knew as soon as he sat down and awkwardly hugged me that I wouldn’t be sleeping with him, although he looked handsome. He wasn’t my type; he was in dire need of a pie. Personally I need a masculine man who can throw me around and dominate me; this guy looked like he could barely throw a twig.We made pleasant conversation while eating and drinking, at the time looking at my meal thinking pretty sure my lamb shanks had more meat on them than him. We then proceeded to have an interesting conversation about the mushrooms on his plate, which made very clear to me he didn’t like them, so I ate them for him. I was interested to hear that he had a bottle of wine before turning up, seeing that I was sober as a judge on arrival. Four Steinlagers later, his eyes were glazing over a little.
One thing that did bug me was the fact he kept twitching and fidgeting, which made me uncomfortable; body language conveys a lot on a date. I started to come to the conclusion that his flat had an infestation of fleas. I asked him why he came on the blind date and he said that his friends entered him (sure). Later that evening, while I was at a party, I heard from his friend that he tried multiple times last year to go on the Critic blind date – so much for the “friend”. I said goodbye and thanked him for the date – he was a nice guy. Later that night I was in town dancing with a guy and looked over to see him sucking face with another girl. I guess we were both winners.