I joined another dating website about a month ago. The first one I spoke about was free, while this one, for a 'small fee', was supposed to be a million times better because you can’t search for individuals; the site is so fucken smart that it FINDS your compatible matches for you and sends them your way, and then it’s up to you to start communicating with the ones your interested in. Overall, I'd say it’s been a big disappointment. However, there is one chick that I found quite interesting. We sent a couple of messages back-and-forth on the site, and soon after we began e-mailing and my interest was piqued.
'She speaks so well,' I thought as I read her e-mails. She’s intelligent, she does and says cool things, she likes the same sort of music, she’s worldly – she’s hitting on all cylinders pretty much.
Wait – “can I see some more pictures, because the one in your profile is somewhat hard to make out?”
Ok, not someone I’d typically be attracted to – but the mind is a wonderful thing, and as you grow older, it becomes attracted to other beautiful minds which can trump your vanity. I was just so captivated by everything she embodied, that looks became secondary for once.
We communicated for a while, exchanging essay-like e-mails detailing who we were, what we did and some of our ambitions and desires. We spoke on the phone a couple of times and eventually set a date that was rescheduled to today. Even up until game time, I had feelings of laziness that wanted me to bail, but I fought hard not to become 'that guy'. This is a brand new year and I’m not going to start it off on the very same foot.
I picked her up at the end of her street and we had a decent talk all the way to a little bar called the Harlem Underground. Beautiful, cozy, intimate atmosphere with very cool music: some Jazz, some Biggie, some Michael Jackson and then they played A Tribe Called Quest instrumentals – perfect. The whole ambiance was exquisite.
No real awkward moments. We discussed goals for the New Year, how the holidays went, family life, spiritualism, described our close friends, and all that good stuff. Then she all of a sudden asked me for a favour. I knew she couldn’t request anything absurd, after all, it is a first date and she hasn’t given off any signs of insanity yet. She said that she just remembered she has to make an appearance at a friend’s birthday party at her loft. She’d love for me to come with her, but if I didn’t want to, would I mind dropping her off when we finish up – oh, and Dj Lissa Monet will be spinning.
“Sure, why not.” – vocally. “DJ LISSA MOTHER FUCEKN MONET IN PERSON!!” – inside my head.
I’m a big Drake fan, and over the past year or so, I've also become a bit of a Stan for the Toronto party scene. Lissa is kind of a big deal, and where there’s Lissa, there’s also sure to be some of Toronto’s other party elite.
We wrapped things up and headed over to a loft somewhat across from the Drake hotel.
Without describing every single detail, I’ll say the mood, the music, the atmosphere, the layout the party itself was really fucken cool. Only one thing trumped all of that – the people. The crowd of 40 or so people was the friendliest, and hippest crowd I’ve been around at any Toronto party – bar none. I'm not talking too cool for school, are you a bum or hobo hip, but rather down-to-earth natural swag folks that were happy to be amongst good company.
We talked, mainly, to two dudes – one used to be a manager at the Harlem Underground (go figure) and the other runs the marketing department for a youth program in Parkdale - both of whom were awesome. There was also another very cute chick that brought over cupcakes. She had a jean shirt on and a sick white studded necklace that was so on point - I wish I talked to her a bit more and got to know her name, although I did mention that her cupcake was delicious as we were leaving. All were very friendly. All were very interesting.
As Lissa was spinning a dude came up and played the flute to various hip-hop instrumentals - Regulators, Lollipop (THE REMIX!), Find your Love, Crossroads and a few other choice tracks – so dope!
I didn’t get to meet Lissa but I met a bunch of other really interesting people whose names I don’t know but wish to hang out with again someday.
I did find out that the birthday girls name is Ashley and she works with Manifesto as a Visual Arts director. She’s a painter and has some beautiful art pieces around her loft (I know that some of the paintings were definitely hers, but I'm not sure if they all were.
It all felt somewhat surreal, as it happened rather quickly yet organically. I felt a sense of envy that these people lived this sort of life, on what I would guess is a regular basis. They all seemed inspired, and happy doing themselves the way they wanted to be done.
Everyone has a story to tell and I'm aware that all that glitters is not gold - at the end of the day, who knows what they really think, feel, hate, love and how they hurt. I do however feel that for that little while, none of that really mattered all that much, because it was all about the moment and I was glad to be a part of it.
Saw these tweets as I was on my way home:
NebbyNeb – Happy birthday to my love @AshleyMckenzieB
NebbyNeb – Getting ready for yet another fun night... for the sake of amazing company.
NebbyNeb – We craze son don’t even try us B @djlissamonet @BluTheStylist (twit pic)
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