Ewan is a 41-year-old project manager who lives at Yonge and St. Clair. He describes himself as “outgoing, organized, funny, and caring,” and likes karaoke, watching movies, and cooking. After being single for four years, Ewan says, “I kind of gave up after my last relationship fell apart, thinking I was destined to be single, but I finally decided that if I wanted to meet someone, I’d better put some effort into it.” He met Rob online.
After connecting on PlentyofFish, Rob and I met in person the following weekend at Union Station, then went to a coffee shop to talk. He was sexy, with gorgeous eyes and the great smile that had initially got my attention online. Conversation came easily, and I knew the date would go beyond just coffee.
After an hour, we decided to move on to the real date. I hadn’t dated in some time, so I did some pre-date research to get venue ideas and suggested a street festival in the west end. We walked and talked about anything that came to mind. No topic was off-limits—sex, racism, relationships, food, what makes us laugh and cry. Rob’s arm slipped easily around mine; I felt totally comfortable with him as we checked out the vendors, buskers, and art shows. My heart was racing.
We decided to have a drink on College. I ordered each of us a caipirinha, a Brazilian drink. It’s all booze, and not your typical glass of wine—great fuel for a date that was already going really well. Rob was impressed that I had taken charge of the date; he was at my mercy. He teased that he would be planning the next date and that he’d blow mine out of the water. I thought, “Did he just say next date?”
We had dinner at Kalendar, which is supposed to be one of Toronto’s best restaurants for first dates. Rob was open and honest and I was really enjoying that, having been in relationships with very little communication. He was very clear in saying that he had no desire to get married or have children. If he thought this would scare me off, he was wrong. I was happy to know how he felt. Rob then ordered dessert and fed me a couple of bites across the table.
Later, back at my place, we opened a nice bottle of wine, pulled up YouTube, and sang along to some of our favourites. We shared lingering kisses and explored each other’s bodies. He took charge, which I appreciated—I was a little out of practice. It was very late, so I offered Rob my bed. I said I would take the couch. While I was getting him settled in, he pulled me onto the bed and we both laughed hysterically. Sleeping next to him was easy; his warmth and scent relaxed me. In the morning, we shared a long kiss and promised to be in touch that day. I knew we weren’t just saying it.
Ewan rates his date (out of 10): 10
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