The high-school-crush date
I had the biggest crush in high school on The Suit – well, back then he was far from a suit: goatee, hawaiian shirts, jeans. A grade niner crushing after a grade twelver. When we almost bumped into each other at my pub a few weeks ago, we were both a bit stunned. His crazy shirts have been traded for a dress shirt, a nine-to-five job, and a love of cruise ship vacations. We are completely opposite from each other. He loves rules, I love freedom. But there’s something about an absolute gentleman that you have to love. He insists on paying for everything (“I invited you out, so I pay” and “If a guy can’t afford to take a girl out to dinner, he can’t afford to have a girlfriend” – quotes from The Suit), he walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the road to protect me from the cars should one jump up onto the sidewalk (although, wouldn’t that mean I’d break his fall, if that ever did happen…), he always plans for everything so all I have to do is sit back and enjoy the evening.
He chose a wine bar in Yorkville for dinner, knowing my love of wine. He wore his suit and his pointy shoes (see below for photo) and I wore a dress and heels. It’s my first fancy date this month. It was fun to get dressed up and be among the dyed-blond, thousand-dollar-dress-wearing ladies of Yorkville. We shared all the courses – a lovely plate of prosciutto, cheeses, olives, fruit and bread to start; pizza as main; and cannoli as dessert. And a nice bottle of Ripasso Italian red wine.
After dinner, we headed to Milagro on Queen Street where my friend was having a going away party because he’s moving back to Nova Scotia. I was a bit worried bringing The Suit into a room full of already tipsy restaurant workers, but he held his own. He joined in on every round of tequila shots or sangria someone in the group ordered for the table. He was lovely when one of the glasses of sangria came splashing across the table towards him by an excited hand-talker’s accident. As the group went off to sing Karaoke down the street, it was our cue to part ways with them. But not after lots of hugs and goodbye to my friend.
As the evening came to a close and as we said goodbye I thought of how funny it is that we are so different now, considering we came from basically the same place. Yet, despite our differences, we get along quite well. I’m fascinated by his rules (he has rules for everything) and he is fascinated by my lack of them. I guess it’s true that opposites sometime do attract. But I’m not sure how long before those opposites would drive each other insane!
Speaking of paying for dates…
The Suit sent me this article from the Toronto Sun this morning because he thought I’d get a kick out of it: “Website matches suitors and dream dates – for a price”. A totally different way of paying for a date. Whatsyourprice.com is an online dating site where less attractive people offer more attractive people money to go on a date with them.
What’s Your Price users are divided into two camps – “generous” users and “attractive” users. The attractive users – beauty being their currency – post photos and name a price they think a generous user should pay in order to garner the privilege of taking them out on a date. When a generous user stumbles upon someone that he (or she – but according to Wade, the vast majority of generous users are male) is interested in, they make a monetary offer for their time and the transaction begins.
Clubbing. Oh boy…