Chad
I had willingly signed up for the Critic date as I thought it would be a good time with a chance to meet someone new. But when it was my turn for the date I had a major sense of apprehension, which only increased, as the date loomed nearer. Somewhat reluctantly, I put on a shirt and headed down to Di Lusso.I arrived first and had a chat with the very friendly bartender and had a beer to calm the nerves. When I mentioned I had arrived sober a mystery shot was put in front of me without asking and I downed that, too. When my date walked in a very attractive girl greeted me. She was slender and athletic, pretty much the perfect build, with a cute smile, too. I knew I had my work cut out for me because she was clearly out of my league. We ordered cocktails and some vegetarian food to accommodate her, which I honestly don’t have an issue with, as I was once a vegetarian. Conversation seemed to flow easily throughout the night and I was enjoying myself far more than I had expected I would.
As the night went on and several cocktails downed, I got the impression she was losing attention, particularly when she pulled out her phone and started texting. I knew my chances were lost when she asked me about my music interests and I tried to explain progressive death metal to someone who thought Paramore a bit too aggressive. We finished the tab and I walked her back to her street where we said our goodbyes and headed in different directions without exchanging numbers. She headed back to her flat to drink with her flatmates before going to see somebody called Opio play, while I headed home to finish studying for my midterm exam the following morning.
Thanks to Critic and Di Lusso for providing a thoroughly enjoyable night, even if I didn’t manage to strike up a lasting connection with my date; she was a nice girl and exponentially better company than the text book I had waiting for me.
Avril
He was a boy. She was a girl. Can I make it anymore obvious? He was a punk. She did ballet. What more can I say? He wanted her. She’d never tell. Secretly she wanted him as well. And all of her friends stuck up their nose. And they had a problem with his baggy clothes.Even though I knew that the chances of me finding true love on this blind date were about nil, as I have tested the Dunedin waters already and know there are not many eligible bachelors left, I still held out hope that my date at Di Lusso would provide.
I should have taken my flat’s advice, but when I first arrived I couldn’t help but feel that, perhaps, these polar opposites could attract. I’ve never really taken a walk on the wild side when it comes to love, and was instantly attracted to his bad boy, punk rock and dishevelled style. Safe to say he would be getting free legal representation if he ever had a few too many Cody’s and reeked havoc on the streets of Dunners.
I was extremely nervous, however, I knew there would be no pulling out on this date, unless it was in the bedroom. Half a bottle of wine deep, I engaged in what I will always remember as being the most bizarre, yet interesting, romantic experience of my life thus far.
Ladies, if you’re ever looking for a man who will just listen, this is the guy for you. He gracefully put up with 90 minutes of me word vomiting in an attempt to never let there be an awkward silence.
While we may not have had much in common, nor do I think that this spark will ignite, it was really rewarding to go out with someone who I wouldn’t normally date.
He never did ask for my number, so I guess we were finally on the same page. So ladies, there is an eligible bachelor in Dunedin and if you’re keen, I’ve got the hook up.