Welcome to 29 Dates, where we explore the weird, wild, and sometimes wonderful world of dating. Look out for a new story every day this month.
It was a Friday night eight years ago when I met him on London's Northern Line.
I realize this might sound like the script of a Netflix rom-com but let me assure you, there was a lot of crass language and bad behaviour before the happy ending. All from my side, I should add.
Just before that serendipitous meeting, I had become disillusioned with dating and was being too nice to men. So I decided to pull a George Costanza on my love life.
I am a diehard Seinfeld fan and have been watching and quoting it since my early teens. In one episode, George (who has a knack for failing at life) decides that, from then on, he will do the opposite of what he’s always done. Because, he reasons, if "life is the complete opposite of what I want it to be, every instinct I have, in every aspect of life — be it something to wear, something to eat — it’s all been wrong." If my love life was not what I wanted it to be, something had to be wrong.
I was leaving the station when a guy with long hair, a toque, and wearing skater clothes asked me: 'How's your night been?'
Cue the first "victim" of my social experiment. I was leaving the station when a guy with long hair, a toque, and wearing skater clothes asked me: "How’s your night been?" He kept going. "We were in the same carriage and you seemed nice, so I wanted to say hi and ask how your night was?"
I responded: "Is that the best you could do?"
Some men might have been taken aback by such a retort, but not this one. He kept walking next to me, emphasizing that he wasn’t following me, he just happened to live in the same direction.
I was bored and, admittedly, a bit lonely. So we went for a drink, me still doing my Costanza experiment — no filter, outrageous things spewing from my mouth.
I was liberated, he was bemused. The bar closed and we smoked rollies in front of a gas station, before exchanging numbers.