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Rate My Date: The one where she brought a friend

By SCREENSHOT

Mar 9, 2023

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Name: Stephen
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 31
Occupation: Social media guru
Dating history: Long-term relationship kind of guy
Looking for: One’s soulmate

I recently went on a date with a chick I went to college with. I hadn’t been massively into her at school but we’d spoken time and time again over the years. One day, she caught me off guard as I was walking out of work and asked me if I fancied going for dinner. I agreed as I was pretty hungry after a long shift and thought there couldn’t be anything wrong with catching up. We went for some Italian food (my favourite) and had a pretty good time.

We were chatting away and then randomly she decided to tell me that she had invited her friend to come join us, which I found a bit weird.

So straight away, I tried to figure out the motive behind this. Did she want me to buy her and her friend drinks? Was it some sort of thing to make her feel more comfortable? Or was it for some other reason? Either way, I found this all very bizarre.

A few minutes later, she began ordering ferociously off of the cocktail menu. I’m of course never one to judge, and we were having a fun time, but when she insisted on pre-ordering a bottle of wine for her friend, I began to feel slightly uncomfortable.

The night continued and, knowing that her friend would be arriving shortly, I tried to come up with an escape route. I messaged my mate and asked him to give me a call, instructing him to say on the phone that there had been an emergency and he needed my help. Thankfully, he didn’t hang about and soon my phone was buzzing on the table. I picked up—put it on loudspeaker to really make an impact—and reacted appropriately as my friend lied down the phone that he’d just been dumped and was needing some brotherly support.

This worked like a charm and gave me an opportunity to leave the situation as I feel it would have been super awkward. We’ve been messaging here and there since and if she had wanted to continue the night just the two of us I’m sure that the evening would’ve been much more of a success. Should I try and organise a second round or accept that she might’ve just been using me for the free spaghetti?

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Dating

Rate My Date: The one where she made me bleed

By SCREENSHOT

Mar 2, 2023

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Name: Mason
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 23
Occupation: Journalist and nerd
Dating history: Erratic
Looking for: Stability 🥹

I recently matched with a girl who coincidentally happened to be a flatmate of a friend I had made while living in Brighton. Things kicked off, and I planned a trip with my friends to visit our friend, who I’ll call Ella, and the girl I’d been chatting to, who I’ll call Anna. Little did I know I’d come away from this date bloody and bruised.

So, the trip to Brighton goes underway and Anna and I hit it off. There’s chemistry, sparks, embarrassed chuckles and romantic glances. I’m feeling good about it. Night time comes and we’re all still up enjoying the cold Brighton air, warmed up by cigarettes, zoots, beer and brews.

The vibe between Anna and I is definitely romantic by this point. I’ve been with her all night, hands are held, she’s wearing my jacket—you know, all the sappy stuff. It’s time to decide on sleeping arrangements. Not enough space means I have no choice but to bunk with Anna, a once exciting prospect. Everyone skulks off to bed and me and Anna cuddle up on her creaky, single university mattress. Things start to heat up a little bit.

She kisses my neck, cool. She bites it, cool with that too, then she bites it really hard. Not so cool. I put up with it, maybe it was an accident. She continues to bite me way too hard—it wasn’t an accident. I’m putting up with it but we’re in painful territory now. This is far from sexy. I have literal bite marks on my chest and neck and is that blood? Oh my god, she’s drawn blood!

I told her to stop, practically tearing her teeth from my flesh. I gave subtle directions and as many hints as I could to ease up on the gnawing but they didn’t seem to get through. I’m embarrassed to say I put up with more of her insatiable biting despite trying to explain to her what she was doing was really only just painful.

We left the next day but I was still so confused about what had just happened. Maybe she was just a really bad vampire? Everything pre-biting had been so great, our personalities had meshed really well. I’ve heard from her a few times since but I’m not sure if we’re suited enough in the romance area. Was I too quick to judge?

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