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I came with low hopes and I thought wow he's actually alg looking, but then at the end of the day we were better suited as friends. His flat were sitting there, which I found weird, but each to their own. Good conversation, but no further I don't think! Ah well.
Sweet
On the day my flat mate shit his bed and Dunedin provided its hottest day of the not so summery summer I marched into the Captain Cook Tavern bang on 7oclock, hoping to be graced by an absolute Fiona, waiting for her Shrek. 27 minutes late she was, but Christ did she come in luke-warm, and by luke-warm, I mean hot.
With my flat mates siting in the corner watching my every move, I felt the evening had already reached its climax. When ordering the prime rib eye, my date’s vegan eyes lit up. A good conversation starter yes, but a deal breaker, I think so.
The chat flowed seemingly well, and to be completely f#@king honest with you, I had a pretty good night. However, the whole night I had this sense of awkwardness, due to the fact that a past dust of mine was waitressing at the Cook, and eye balling me every chance she got.
When asked to join my date for a beer tower at Starters Bar following our meal, I think I panicked more than anything and stated I was probably going to go home and drink with my flat mates, knowing full well they would be going home to play Xbox, talk about cross-fit, and lick each others faces.
In hindsight, I wish I had dogged the boys and gone for a marginal starters draught. So R*****, if you do read this, and can see past my meat eating lifestyle, how about we get that tower?
p.s. Don’t dog the boys.