Whitney is a 21-year-old student who lives in the Church–Wellesley Village. She describes her style as “lazy on a good day, and ‘escaped inmate’ on a bad day.” Whitney is no-holds-barred: energetic, intellectually driven, and she loves to laugh and make people laugh. She’s been single for four months, which has involved “sporadic, decent in-person dates,” but mostly “the typical onslaught of OkCupid messages asking if I do ‘foot stuff.’” She met Nevin through friends.
Nevin is a minor Canadian celebrity. We met briefly in person, which was fun, and then we @-ed each other so much on Twitter that it got weird. We moved to a direct-message chat and talked online for a few weeks. It was mostly simple banter, but I noticed immediately that he was hysterically funny, entertaining, and very quick. We had a lot in common, in terms of both temperament and culture, so conversation came easily. To me, this made him prime first-date material, so I asked him out.
He told me he was about to go out of town, so I asked him for a drink before he left. He obliged. We started off at a bar that was halfway between our apartments. He actually knew quite a few people there. I stood awkwardly behind him as he chatted with his friends. He wrapped up his conversations without introducing me—fair enough—and we took a seat at the front of the bar.
We talked until a bartender approached us to say the place was closing. Nevin asked me if I was up for a late-night snack.
Both of us were near-fighting to keep up with our frantic pace of jokes, sarcasm, and ridiculous stories. At one point, he had me laughing so hard that hot sauce came out of my nose, which hurt, but I powered through.
All night, I kept ribbing him about being a famous actor by slightly messing up his name and asking if he was really him. Nevin was telling me that he never gets approached in the street, and is able to live a relatively inconspicuous life, just as two toasted frat-bros wandered up to our table. They stood there sheepishly for a minute or two before telling Nevin how awesome he was.
We chatted with the guys for a bit before they ambled off, slapping each other’s chests and looking back at our table. Nevin started to say, “That never happe—” but before he could get his sentence out, another guy approached our table with the same monologue. This happened two more times that night! He had to hide in the bathroom for a while as the rowdier fans got up to leave.
Nevin made me laugh harder than anyone has on a first date, which is definitely a turn-on. After last call, he walked me to my TTC stop, we chatted, and hugged goodbye.
Rating (out of 10): 8
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