Finn
My flatmates dobbed me in for the date but I was ready to make the most of it after some sneaky warm-up shots at home.The best way to describe my date is “hot nerd.” She seemed shy at first, blushing behind her curly blondish (?) hair and what I presumed were hipster-ironic-but-worn-totally-seriously oversized glasses. Her body was wicked, though, and she lit up quite quickly – turns out she was a really good lass to hang out with.
She was really interested in my rugby team (I had been at training just before coming to the date) and we talked heaps about how long it would take for Otago to lose the Ranfurly Shield again, which was totally unexpected chat. The alcohol seemed to work pretty efficiently on her, so I snuck some of her bottle into my glass when she went to the bathroom (probably to text her friends or some shit like that).
We decided to go and get a drink after dinner, and in a surprising – but certainly not unpleasant turn – she became really affectionate and cuddly. I had consigned myself early on to the fact that this girl, while fun, probably wouldn’t be the root I was hoping for, but her friendliness quickly caused me to reevaluate the situation.
I must have seemed like such a douche, but I actually asked her back to mine for coffee. I had seen it in some really alty movies and thought she would appreciate the quote, but I regretted it the moment I heard it come out. She just laughed and agreed.
I tried to slowly flirt her into bed but she was two steps ahead of me and immediately asked where my room was.
Alas, brewers’ droop attacked in one fell swoop. Thankfully, she quickly appraised the situation and my fears were alleviated as she resuscitated me with her mouth. We’ve all heard stories about nerds’ unexpected sexual prowess, and she didn’t disappoint. We went at it for ages … and then again in the morning.
Rachel
Throughout my time at Otago I’ve been told I’m somewhat of a hermit, which is probably why I’ve often struggled with boyfriends. So, as I neared the end of my final year here, I decided to throw my hat in the ring for Critic’s blind date. I hadn’t read the magazine much but I knew the dates were popular and sometimes ended up with very interesting nights being had.I was hoping for a sweetheart but couldn’t help smiling at the Scarfie boy that fate presented me with. He was muscular, poorly dressed and kept talking about what “the lads” had been up to, but he was nice overall and we managed to find a mutual interest: our respective summer driving tours up and down the country.
The food was really good, and after getting through a good portion of my wine bottle I was feeling quite tipsy. I was having a lot of fun – my date was laughing and keeping up with conversation – and so, nearing the end of the meal, I gave him the rest of my wine – I could see he would probably handle it better than me.
Not quite ready to part after dinner we went out for a nightcap, and although a woman never tells, I must confess that he got my lubrication going. We cuddled up together at the bar for a while and I felt almost too enthusiastic when he asked whether we should go back to one of our own places for another drink.
Now, let’s just say that there was only one thing I ended up drinking after that, and I didn’t exactly wake up to my usual alarm. Sure, he wasn’t exactly the type of guy I would normally go for, but as Zooey Deschanel said in 500 Days of Summer, “it was goooood.”
You only live once and I’ve ticked off the Scarfie box now. My years here were good!