Seth
Not one to waste time, I’d barely got back to my flat from a mid-winter day at the beach when, in a panic, I realised that in five minutes I was due at Di Lusso. The half-hour walk from Scarfieville has never been covered so quickly, my panic only appearing when already halfway there because a) I hadn’t had time to change out of my fat pants; and b) I was working up a Kim Dotcom-level sweat.Stumbling into the establishment only ten minutes late, my panic increased further when there was no sign of my date. How impatient was this girl? Alas, my panic was unfounded this time. It turned out she had a similar day but actually took the time to get ready; she was a full half hour late and I pounced on the opportunity to down the couple of drinks I’d meant to have at my flat beforehand (albeit much nicer ones).
Despite her tardiness, my date was absolutely stunning. Her smile was infectious and I could immediately see that this was someone who could have excellent conversations with anyone from David Bain to her grandmother. Unsurprisingly, we got on really well. We agreed on almost everything and ploughed through the bar tab and food in what I’d imagine would’ve looked like the cutest first date of all time. It would seem that I had absolutely nothing to worry about; a pleasant change from the disastrous first dates I’d been on in the past.
In particular, she was super interested in French tecktonik dancing, which, I must admit, was a real surprise. She seemed to know every artist that I threw at her and more than held up her end of the conversation. I think I was falling in love just a little bit.
Unfortunately she had a class first thing in the morning but we went out for another few drinks regardless to keep the night going for just a bit longer. We also made sure to exchange numbers before parting ways – I’ll definitely be in contact.
Samantha
One thing I believe in this world is that pretty people shouldn’t have to wait, and so assuming that my date would be yet another male slowpoke, I was content to take my time looking fabulous.When I arrived at Di Lusso, it was a shame to find that Boy was anything but a match for me. He redefined the idea of “sloppy dresser” to the point that I felt more embarrassed for him than for me considering the wonderful venue, and his conversation wasn’t even close to the game. Luckily I’d been drinking a bit while I got myself ready so I basically propped up the entire evening. To be fair I’m relatively fussy and this has happened before; I took it in my stride.
I kept stealing a few moments with my phone to go on Tinder – in theory I could find someone to make up for the doomed situation but the city seemed to be dry thanks to the Uni break. I even messaged some old flames but apparently to no avail. Ah well! If only Boy knew the potential had he put in more effort …
If my mind wasn’t already made up, it didn’t help that he raved (excuse the pun) on and on about some incredibly strange form of electronic dancing. Like, I mean a good half-hour monologue followed by a short demonstration of seizure-like arm flailing that everyone in the bar took great awkward delight in observing. The date had turned into a next-level train-wreck quite unlike anything I had ever experienced. But an experience it certainly was, and I’m not one to miss out on a good story so I guess I kind of encouraged him. What a bitch, but YOLO.
To be fair, he had a really cute, dejected look on his face when I made up some since-forgotten excuse for leaving (I figured I’d be gentle), and so I agreed to go out for just one more drink. Back to the flat after that where I substituted the warmth of man for the warmth of my over-heating MacBook and some Gossip Girl.