Yoko
I knew I was either going to have the best night ever or leave immediately, and it was totally up to mystery boy to impress me. I was worried he’d be a stereotypical Scarfie there for the free feed, but I was very wrong.After a small pre-load, the BYO was alright and I really enjoyed the conversation. We turned out to be quite similar, and I have my suspicions that the Critic staff had Facebook-stalked us for a decent setup. A simple comparison of music taste will always put you on the right track for a partner. He was good-looking; tall with dark hair and a solid jawline and a calmness about his persona. He’s probably the first guy I’ve ever met who had an interest in my ironic retro Barbie collection – but then again, maybe he was just being polite.
Anyway, without further ado I’ll get into the raunchy stuff, because I know that’s why people read this. For the record, I was surprised it went so far. We decided to go back to his place for music and bong time but soon I was getting really horny. So as he hit that elaborate bong of his for the third time I didn’t hesitate to kneel in front of the bed. I was certain he was keen, too. Timing my movement with the sound of the gurgling, I knew I was doing a good job when the bong thudded on the floor and spilt water everywhere. But neither of us could really care less.
Switching roles, I came really fast. But it was one of those times when I just wanted more. Stripping down I saw he was quite hot, too. We went at it for ages but neither of us could get enough. I lost count of how many times we woke up for more, both that night and the next few after. I guess we’re a thing now. Oh, and he’s a real sweetie. Breakfast in bed and shit. Thanks Critic for a year-defining night!
John
I was disappointed at first to find out that the blind dates are no longer at Angus. Even though everyone lately seems to go just for the free meal, I thought it would be a sweet locale for a semi-casual date night. Regardless, after a pre-date hit on the bong I went up to the Critic office to pick up the bottles of wine and money for the BYO. My to-be-date and I arrived at the door at the exact same time, which got the excitement going. I could tell she’d be a fun one – a good looker with light brown hair and a wide smile – and we got to talking pretty easily when we set out for the restaurant.Dinner was good – typical Indian fare – and we were in a good place after finishing off a bottle of vino each. Conversation flowed really easily and I found out she was into similar stuff to me – in fact, I recognised her vaguely from a couple of ReFuel gigs. We were both planning on hitting up Camp A Low Hum early next year and made tentative arrangements to hang out there. It was an exciting date.
Draining the bottles, we decided to head back to my place to get high and listen to music. She could hit the bong impressively hard; an obvious veteran. After the first hour of just chilling, things got a bit frisky when we hit the bong again. We were getting on royally, so it seemed almost natural when she went down on me as I took a hit (lifelong fantasy fulfilled, by the way!). I fell back onto the bed as the weed hit and the pleasure skyrocketed – she gave great head. Stopping her before it was too late, we switched positions and I went down on her while she smoked. She had a similar reaction to me, which was a huge turn on. Before long our clothes were all off and wow! I wasn’t wrong – what a looker. We made love several times throughout the night. We’ve spent the next three nights together, too. What a date. This is how life should be.