Penelope is a 26-year-old translator who lives at Yonge and Eglinton. She describes her style as “elegant and comfortable,” and says she is a mix of fiery and gentle. She enjoys dancing, swimming in lakes, camping, baking desserts, and cuddling. “I would usually meet a guy at a party, and we’d go out once or twice, and then wouldn’t see each other again, for no particular reason,” she says. “It was a waste of time.” She met Lawrence at a concert.
One night in my third year of university, my friends and I went to a concert in a warehouse. I went to one of my friends’ houses before the show, and we drank a bottle of cheap vodka mixed with peach juice. At the concert, I ended up throwing up outside, and I decided to lie down on the ground to rest. I couldn’t go back inside; I just needed to stay there and recover. The next thing I remember was being sick in my friend’s bed, with the sun shining outside. I had blacked out completely.
Later, friends told me a random guy had offered to help when he saw that I was semi-conscious in the cold. My friends said no at first, but they accepted his offer after Lawrence gave them his driver’s licence to hold onto—to prove that he wasn’t a creep. They carried me to his house, where they gave me water, and hung out until I stopped being sick. When the show was over, we met up with some other friends and headed home. I was horrified that I had gotten sick to the point that I didn’t remember a thing.
A few months later, in that same warehouse, we bumped into the guy who had helped me. My friend recognized him; I had no idea who he was. We introduced ourselves, and I found him really cute. Lawrence was tall and blond, had a great smile, and was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his muscles. I was a bit embarrassed about what had happened, but he was nice about it. We ended up dancing together. I felt his hands directly on my hips under my shirt. I started to feel like I liked him.
The music was too loud to have a real conversation, so we wrote on our phones and showed the screens to each other. He told me what he was studying. I was impressed to find out he was doing two bachelor degrees at the same time, in two difficult fields.
At the end of the night, I had to leave with my friends. I thanked Lawrence for saving me from the cold that night at the party. I wanted to kiss him on the cheek to thank him one more time, but he turned his face, and I ended up kissing him on the mouth. It was an awkward moment, but at the same time, it didn’t bother me too much because I liked him. We exchanged numbers.
A week later, he called me, but I didn’t pick up because I was too nervous. We started texting instead, and he wrote “If you’re not planning to pass out again, do you want to play pool or mini-golf sometime?” We started seeing each other soon after that. Four years later, we’re still together.
Penelope rates her date (out of 10): 10
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