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My flatmates dobbed me in for the blind date after I broke up with my long-term girlfriend. We had come to Dunedin to study together but the University life did what it does and saw me kicked out of our shared room halfway through this year. The last couple of months have been crazy and amazing but I’m unsettled when I’m single and my mates figured it was time to get in the game again.I was stoked to meet my date – she seemed like a really lovely person and was quite pretty, too. Conversation flowed as easily as the wine and we both ended up pretty drunk. I’m not used to drinking a whole bottle by myself and I had to help her with the end of hers – we were both in hysterics at one point when my speech started slurring.
Keen to keep talking but too full to eat and too drunk to buy more alcohol, we decided to buy more alcohol. She knew of this cool place down an alleyway called Penguin [Editor’s note: it’s called Pequeno], where we chatted over cocktails by the fire. I was worried she’d think I was either boring or bored as the alcohol and heat sent me on a steady descent into tiredness, but it turned out she was feeling the same so we headed outside and on to another bar. I can’t really remember what we talked about – I established that she was a keen traveller and we ended up in a pseudo-hug for most of the last hour. All I do remember well is thinking how lucky it was that no friends or flatmates discovered us – it was a lovely night that could have been ruined if so.
I find that relationships work best for me if I flirt and take things further later, so sensing my date’s hesitation to walk in the same direction as me at the end of the evening, I opted to exchange phone numbers and hit her up later. It could be a good one!
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To be honest, I was initially more intimidated by the prospect of visiting the Critic office – even if just to pick up supplies – than I was by the prospect of meeting a nice young man.He was an excited fella, that’s for sure! An older Media Studies first-year (he had worked for a few years), he was always full of jokes and seemed to jump around in excitement quite a bit. I say this to frame why it was so funny but also inevitable when he spilt his wine glass at one point in a sweeping arm movement. He got very apologetic about it and was incredibly shy/polite to the waiter, which had me finding him cuter and cuter by the minute.
Anyway, having had a really nice meal and enjoying the conversation a lot we decided to continue the night at a bar. It was then that I found out he was quite indecisive, refusing to decide what his favourite bar was so I suggested Pequeno. He bounced and joked the whole way there and I must say it was incredibly fun, with me developing a rather big crush as the night went on.
We murmured seductively in big armchairs, acting different movie roles and working out how best to hold a Martini glass. I had never ordered a real Martini before but we decided we both would to make the enactments more real – and wow was it strong! He was still too excited for me to really lean in and cuddle over our drinks but that was okay, on to the next place where we finally got a bit closer!
I surprised myself, but I was actually pretty keen to sleep with him. It would seem he didn’t pick up my hints, however, and I went home cold, surprised and a bit disappointed. He has texted me though, so maybe a repeat night might end a bit better.