One Night Stand: Neighbours, Part 2

When good neighbours become more than friends?

1.) Please give the date a 1-10 ranking:

Drew: 8 – If we could have ordered the chocolate martini as a nightcap it could have been a 8.5. Also, considering our dates turned put to be my academic dad and my downstairs neighbour, it was more like a great dinner with friends.

Emma: I’d say a 7.5. I enjoyed meeting the boy I regularly wished liver failure on, as well as Drew’s mysterious academic dad.

2.) How was your performance?

Drew: All of our performances were on point. We had lots to talk about because Emma and I have plotted the demise of Pat for a while – he and his flatmate have giant speakers that happen to be right below our beds. The past 2 yeas have included a lot of 4 am partying (downstairs) and sleep deprived girls (upstairs). It was incredible to meet the nocturnal neighbor.

Emma: The best part about Pat being our neighbour was that I’d literally composed a letter detailing my hatred for him over the past two years, so I had some great lines stored up that probably would’ve been lost in the written word anyways. And serious questions about his lifestyle habits. I hope I didn’t make Pat feel too uncomfortable, but Neel seemed to really enjoy the topic.

3.) What actually happened at the date?

Drew: I was so hungry. I kind of went all tunnel vision re the food – I started with the mushrooms on toast with a poached egg and then had linguini with prawns and mussels. Finished with a chocolate lava cake that put Pat’s cheese course and Neel’s questionable crème caramel to shame. A couple glasses of wine were also consumed.

All the normal discussion topics were covered, then Pat taught us fun facts about outer space. Did you know that 70% of the stars have their own planets? We covered extra terrestrial life, planned a curry making competition, and talked more about Pat & Neels unbelievably loud partying.

After dinner, we walked back to our building to marvel at how thin our ceilings and walls are. We cracked open another bottle of wine and were joined by Pat’s flatmate and a very inebriated friend we named The Drunken Sloth.

Emma: Well, a key element to my agreement to attend was the food, so I was really glad that it was delicious. Easily one of the best chicken dishes I’ve ever had. Drew is a good wine pacer. I just watched her glass to see how much she had drank and paced myself accordingly. Otherwise it starts to taste like juice. We discussed the usual background of where we’re from, our degrees, future plans, and whether Pluto should still be a planet. Afterwards, we proved the thinness of our walls and went out onto their roof. I did appreciate the vinyl records, but not The Drunken Sloth. I’m disappointed we forgot to show them our mortar and pestle we use for our homemade curry paste. I didn’t even know Tesco sold curry paste.

4.) Are you going to see these people again?

Drew: Yes, considering we are neighbours and now have a standing invitation to all of their parties.

Emma: I plan to request songs from my bedroom next time they blast their music at 2am. And we have plans to make a rope ladder to jump down on to their roof, because that’s fun.

5.) Would you go on a blind date again?

Drew: Maybe, dependent on who is setting it up.

Emma: Well unfortunately this date wasn’t entirely ‘blind’. Potentially. But bring a friend.