Ana is a 27-year-old copywriter who lives in Bloorcourt Village. She describes her style as “classically feminine” and says that friends would describe her as adventurous, positive, thoughtful, and honest. Her ideal partner is “confident, considerate, passionate, and up for anything.” Ana has been single for a year. She met Weston on OkCupid.
Weston was sweet, funny, and charming in his first message. After exchanging a few more, we found out that we had both spent our childhoods travelling a lot with our parents, and are both adventurers at heart. We agreed to meet for drinks that week.
We arrived at the bar at exactly the same time. The moment I saw Weston, all I could think was, “Damn.” He was unbelievably tall, dark, and handsome, in the most classic way. For once, the guy was better in real life than in his pictures. He had a big, welcoming smile and, in addition to being hot, he came off right away as kind of playful and goofy. We hugged and he kissed me on the check. I felt oddly comfortable being close to him.
It was beautiful outside, so we took a seat on the patio and ordered some drinks. Right away, we were talking effortlessly, like old friends. We ordered food (and more drinks) and never stopped talking. It turns out that we had lived in the same university residence a year apart and had several mutual friends. Weston and I actually had a lot—and I mean a lot—in common. We also joked about how attractive we must have looked while eating the wings we’d ordered.
About four hours into the date, we had to leave because we both had other plans; he said he had to meet up with friends, and I was going to a party. He joked about cancelling and just staying with me, but I said he shouldn’t leave his friends hanging. When we hugged goodbye, I don’t think either one of us wanted to let go.
All I could think about while I was at the party was Weston. I could barely keep a conversation going with my friends, which inevitably kept slipping back to the amazing date I’d just had. Weston texted me about 45 minutes later; he wrote that his plans were lame and that he wanted to meet up again. Right then. My heart was pounding and I had butterflies. I was smiling so wide that one of my friends came up to me and gave me a look like I was crazy.
Weston came to pick me up at the party, then we went to my place. He admitted that he was actually on another OkCupid date, not with his friends, and that all he could think about was me, so he ended it as soon as he could. At my apartment, we started talking about more intimate topics and got into a number of things more openly and honestly than I ever have—even with some of my best friends. Finally, he kissed me. We were curled up in each other’s arms until sunrise. When he left my place, I knew we had something.
Ana rates her date (out of 10): 10
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