Tameka is a 26-year-old office manager who lives in Queen West. She describes herself as introverted, passionate, and adventurous. She likes to explore the city by bike (or on foot), have picnics in the park, read, cook, shop, and hang out with friends. Tameka says, “I think everyone just wants someone who can accept them for the person they truly are.” She met Chuck at work.
I had been single for two years when I met Chuck. I’d really been focusing on school up until that point, and my love life had mainly consisted of failed attempts at online dating. Initially, I think Chuck thought I didn’t like him at all, but I was secretly crushing on him. He wasn’t the type of guy I’m normally attracted to—he was tall, skinny, and kind of silly, but he had a certain magnetism and confidence. He was also really funny. I am a sucker for anyone who can really make me laugh.
We shared some serious flirtation during a drinks thing with our coworkers. We tried to play it cool so no one would notice, but I knew Chuck wanted to admit his feelings for me. He seemed hesitant since we worked together, and employees were seriously discouraged from dating each other. Finally, at the end of the night, he asked me out.
I was really nervous for the date, because I really liked him. Really, really liked him. I hadn’t been so into someone in a long time. To finally be on a date after so much build-up made it all the more exciting, but also a little nerve-wracking.
Fortunately, the night was amazing. We were giddy, and I felt like I was in high school again, when you have an all-consuming crush on someone. We mostly wandered around the city. At one point, Chuck led me down an alleyway—which I was skeptical about at first—to show me the beautiful works of graffiti. We ended up at a bar and, later on, decided to go to his place.
We were waiting at the streetcar stop, holding hands, when suddenly Chuck dropped my hand, whispered “Don’t get on,” and quickly walked away. I was standing there, feeling dazed, when I spotted our coworker sitting on the streetcar. She was looking straight ahead, so I had no way of knowing if she’d seen us or not. It could have been really bad for both of us at work. I felt sick.
Chuck and I cut through the park and stopped to sit on a bench. It was a cold night, so no one else was around. We huddled together, and he leaned down to kiss me. It was perfect. We ended up walking to his house, talking about what had happened—or almost happened—and what it would mean if we dated. We fell asleep together after talking for hours.
We never did find out whether our coworker saw us that night; she didn’t mention it, to us or to our boss. Eventually, Chuck quit, and now we live together.
Tameka rates her date (out of 10): 10
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