Daniel
In a rare fit of courage, and egged on by a truly satanic friend (you know who you are), I decided to sign up to the blind date. Having been given the date and time of my potential execution, a sudden urge to flee the country came over me. However, the prospect of a free meal and some booze kept the passport firmly locked away. So I bit the bullet, and after being dressed by my flatmates of a female persuasion, I left for Di Lusso.I sat there waiting for my date to arrive with a beer in hand to calm the nerves. Just as I was starting to worry that she might have bolted, and seriously questioning whether the free food and booze was worth it, in she walked and I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised. She sat across from me all smiles and the date began; after the initial introductions the conversation flowed easily like it was an evening out with an old friend. The conversation went from one thing to another without ever feeling awkward. Turned out we had a lot in common: we were both post-grads and gamers with a similar sense of humour that quietly put to rest my fears that she may be one of the “plastics.” I also discovered she’s used a fair few guns, which scared the crap out of me after I saw her spill a full beer on the floor; not drunk, she assured me, just a klutz. Anyway, the conversation continued at full tilt and I hadn’t realised how long we had been talking until we were finally kicked out. At which point we caught a cab back to mine to carry on drinks with my flatmates, who were having their own party. Back at the flat the fun continued under the vulture-like gaze of my friends (we will be having words). In the end the date wound down and she ended up crashing at my place and left the following morning after exchanging numbers.
So cheers Di Lusso and Critic for a thoroughly good evening, for me at least.
Lindsay
Thanks to my fantastic friends who helped me deal with my nerves before the date, my insane amount of nerves had now turned into pessimism. I began imagining some asshole jock guy waiting within, which was fortunately not the case, and by the time my pessimism turned to optimism, I was well fucked.We talked and talked, with him coming across as a bit of a gentleman. Nice guy. Games? Happy I haven’t turned out to be shit? Ok, well, at least he was half right about that. Kills rats and chops out bits of their brains? Well, shit, sign me up! Considering how lovely this guy was turning out to be, I could not imagine him scalping rats in a lab. Each to their own, I suppose. I have never been a fan of rats, anyway.
We went on to go to Macs Bar but Easter thwarted our plans (although I was slightly relieved since I am possibly the most uncoordinated person on earth, and gathering myself under this much influence was becoming tricky). So we started the long wait at the taxi stand, where, with his light-up umbrella and random lollies, he was becoming a hit with the nightlife. It was in the midst of this spontaneous popularity when he invited me back to his place.
Every man and his dog had turned up at this guy’s house and I’m not too sure how it occurred, but before long I had eaten a cookie, seen breasts, teamed up with his friends screaming “PC MASTER RACE” at my date, and insulted some poor bastard neither of us had ever met before. After such an eventful night I retired to his room where he jumped into bed and went straight to sleep, which I was extremely thankful for since I was still watching the room sway.
Needless to say, in the morning I had to fight with my stomach to keep myself from re-decorating the carpet, but all in all I had a great night.