Tracie is a 25-year-old teacher who lives in North York. She describes herself as “girly, quirky, and funny,” and her style as “femme, with lots of bright-pink pieces and jewellery.” For fun, she plays guitar, goes to the movies and the theatre, meets friends for drinks, and wanders around the city. Tracie says she is looking for a girlfriend who will commit to her and love her. She has been single for three years.
Yasmine responded to an ad I posted on Craigslist. We exchanged a few emails and talked on the phone—she seemed sweet and funny. I liked the sound of her voice, and we laughed a lot. Even after we had gotten along so well, I found myself nervous leading up to our date. We decided to meet for happy hour at The Saint at Dundas and Ossington. When I called Yasmine from the cab on my way over, she said she was already at the bar. I asked her to order me a beer so that I would have something to drink right when I got there.
Yasmine was hot: She was slim with long blond hair and wore red jeans. We drank beer, ordered fish and chips, and talked. It was more laughing than talking. She had a cool job; I was impressed by how much she had achieved in her career. The vibe was friendly and sexy, but Yasmine was definitely taking the lead. By the time we had finished dinner, we both knew it was on, and she invited me back to her place.
We sat in the backyard to smoke some pot. It was cold, so Yasmine lent me a hoodie. She told me I looked really good. We talked about our childhoods, and she told me she had gotten kicked out of her fancy private school. When I asked what she did, her answer was, “What didn’t I do?” She grabbed me by the waist and tried to pull me in to kiss her, but I pulled away, telling her that I wanted to kiss her, but not just yet.
When we went back inside, I was still freezing, so I asked Yasmine if we could get into her bed and cuddle. I curled up in the fetal position while she spooned me. A minute later, she was rubbing up against me, then we started playfully making out. Yasmine was seven years older than me, but she didn’t look or act older. It felt like we were on the same level, and connecting in an amazing way. Her personality was so warm, which came out when we were fooling around. It did feel sometimes that she had more experience or confidence than me, like she was challenging me, but in a good way. I was willing to give her some control, but I pushed back. I didn’t want things to go too far, too fast. We rolled around in her bed for hours and ended up falling asleep beside each other.
In the morning, Yasmine made me some coffee and toast, and we started making out again. We kept stopping, doing something else, and then the kissing started all over again. She ended up asking me out for a second date.
Tracie rates her date (out of 10): 10
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