Rihanna
Critic did well on the racial stereotyping this week, putting me with another dark beauty. But he was nice and buff and smooth and wonderful so I got over the surprise easily.We settled in to dinner quickly and happily. He complimented me a lot and proved to be an adventurous eater, ordering things I still can’t pronounce. Expecting Critic to provide really shit wine, he had even procured two marginally nicer bottles for us to drink, although I did make sure to check that the seals on them weren’t broken.
Both in our final year of study at Otago, we compared plans for next year and vaguely agreed that we should meet up in Brisbane as we were both planning on going to Australia. Truth be told, saucy images of the beach and a breezy hotel room on the Gold Coast entered my head several times, but all he would’ve seen was me smiling to myself and looking away subtly.
Anyway, dinner was great, the conversation was great and the views were great, so we decided to keep the night rolling by heading off to a bar. We never made it – his apartment was on George Street between the restaurant and the Octagon.
We tried fluffing around with coffee for a brief moment but it turned out we had both been thinking the same thing all night and our clothes were off in no time.
I had to tell him to chill out at one point – I’m not really a “slap her on the arse while she straddles you” kinda girl – but it was a phenomenal night other than that. He also lasted for a fucking long time!
Thanks Critic for a great end to my degree!
Brandon
In all honesty, I was really hoping for a loose Scarfie girl, but damn did I get a winner!Easily as much fun as anyone I’ve met before, she chose the busiest BYO location as it looked like the people there were “on form,” and we settled into conversation easily.
She moved around so we were sitting on the same side of the table at the start of the night and we entertained ourselves for about half an hour taking a shit load of selfies. It was nice being so close and she was really good to talk to, but we didn’t look at the menus for ages and I think the waiter got a bit pissed off …
The food was really good, as is usually the case when you order whatever the fuck you want – I mean, have you ever read a bad food review on the blind dates? – and, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, we got quite close to each other. I think we were both pretty keen.
She ordered dessert, which surprised me – I think she may secretly be a bit of a spoiled Parnellian – but she ate it seductively and tidily which was a real turn on.
Itching to get moving, I explained that my apartment was basically just upstairs and she seemed to jump at the idea of heading there. I hadn’t counted on this but it was a perfect response.
She jumped on me at the door and we kissed as I carried her upstairs. I tripped and dropped her at the top, which was awkward as fuck, but luckily she thought it was funny and we got straight back to making out on the kitchen bench.
My roommate had been out of the city for two weeks visiting his family so the opportunity to fuck all over the house was too hard to resist. And so we did, again and again.