Tamar is a 23-year-old student who lives in the Junction. She likes having friends over for dinner parties, playing soccer, travelling, and exploring Toronto. She says, “My friends would say I’m easygoing, fun-loving, and friendly.” Tamar met Jon in Cuba.
I met Jon late into my last night, and his first night, at the resort. He recognized me from earlier in the evening, when I had drunkenly rocked out to the band. We started talking and connected over our shared experience of having been to the running of the bulls in Pamplona. He was older, and at least a foot taller than me, and he had a great smile.
We spent the night making out on the beach, pausing only to chat and ask each other questions. I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes and at his long, dark hair. Jon told me that he lived in Little Italy, near where I was living at the time. We had both recently gotten out of serious relationships; I had only been single for about a month.
The next day, when I saw Jon at the pool, I made a joke about how long it had taken to get the sand out of my hair. We went to his hotel room to get some privacy, but things were cut short, as I had to run and catch the bus to the airport.
I was giddy when Jon texted to ask me out—it was the day he got back from Cuba. He invited me to his apartment, where he had planned to make dinner, and then we would go out for a drink. I drove to his place in Little Italy, feeling anxious, but when I got there, it felt the same with him as it had in Cuba. I was impressed by his cooking skills; he was impressed by my choice of wine. We talked about our families, friends, and school. It seemed like Jon was exactly what I’d been looking for. He was intriguing, intelligent, and so gorgeous. During the night, he made it clear that he didn’t just want to be a rebound for me. I didn’t want that, either. Besides, I had procrastinated over breaking up with my ex long enough to be over him already.
I was surprised by how relaxed I felt, and our sexual tension was building. When he asked if I wanted to head out for a drink, I suggested continuing our date at his place. We stayed up all night, talking in bed and making out.
In the morning, Jon walked me to my car. I had been feeling great, but then we both stopped, shocked. My car had been broken into, and I had obviously forgotten to hide my now-missing laptop. My mind raced just thinking about what was on it: I lost all my pictures from Cuba and all my class notes—and this was right before exams. Jon was immediately helpful and sweet about the situation. He swept the glass from the backseat and got us both extra-large coffees while I called the cops. He said later that he was impressed by my composed reaction to the situation. I ended up rocking my exams, and I told my friends that I still thought the date was worth it.
Tamar rates her date (out of 10): 9
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