Kiki is a 32-year-old retail manager who lives in Dundas West. She describes herself as “young, happy, and hot” and “chill, hip, and dorky.” She likes having dance parties at 3 a.m. and travelling across the city to eat ribs. Kiki wants to meet someone who can hold his own and is as fun as she is. She met Duncan on Tinder.
Duncan and I liked each other on Tinder. He said I was pretty, and I said he was pretty, too. [Then I ended up] deleting the app because it kept crashing on me, but I re-installed it when OkCupid started getting boring. Once I was back online, Duncan started messaging me again. He gave off a good vibe. Generally, I date pretty boys who just want to hook up, which is fine with me; we have fun, and that’s it. I’m looking more for someone to hang with than a “relationship,” and if that includes benefits, then awesome.
He asked me to come to his place to watch TV. I knew he just wanted to hook up, but I was good with that. I thought it was great—weird and unusual, but great—that he asked me over right away. Normally, I wouldn’t go, especially on a first date, but I Facebook-creeped him, we had some mutual friends, and his pictures seemed legit enough, so why not? Going for coffee or beer gets boring after a while.
When we met, I realized how tall Duncan was. Tall dudes are so hot! He also looked right at me when we talked; it felt like he was actually paying attention to me. We binge-watched House of Cards and got a little drunk, then one thing led to another and we went upstairs.
We fooled around and snuggled for a bit. I ended up falling asleep on his arm in his bed, which created a lot of sweatiness on my head, neck, and back.
Later on, when we woke up, Duncan stood up really quickly and was sort of freaking out. I thought there might be a spider or cockroach somewhere. But, no: my recent bright-red dye job had transferred onto his crisp, white Ralph Lauren bed sheets, and because we got all sweaty, it was pretty much all over the place.
How mortified was I?! It was so embarrassing. I played it cool, like, “This happens to me all the time! No worries, it will come out!”
I think he was annoyed, but he acted cool about it. What I’m really looking for in a guy is someone who just rolls with things, so I took Duncan’s reaction as a really good sign. I think he was a little bit OCD, in a good way—his house was immaculately clean—but he didn’t seem that mad. I scooped up the sheets and said I would wash them myself.
He came over the next night to pick up his sheets and he ended up staying over. When I woke up, we saw that my hair dye had made stains on my sheets, too!
Kiki rates her date (out of 10): 8
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