Blind Date: When Harrie met Josh

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Harrie Marshall, a 20-year-old History student and Josh Pugh, a 20-year-old Geography and Spanish student, meet for the Waterfront blind date.

Harrie on Josh

What were your first impressions?
First impressions were wonderful.

Any striking conversation points?
Convo was great and we spoke about travelling.

Any awkward moments or silences?
Bit awkward at first but I’m too chatty for silences.

If you were to be married and have babies, what would you want your baby to inherit?
I would want his eyes and smile.

Any potential for a kiss?
Erm, no!

Generally how did you think that date went?
The date went great.

Would you like to meet again?
And yeah nice to see him again as friends!

Josh on Harrie

What were your first impressions?
I saw her before she saw me. I was breathless, blinded and beaten by her beauty. Before you could say Catherine Zeta Jones, I dismissed the idea that she would be on a blind date. But had I been presumptuous? Yes. She was the blind date, the one for whom I had been waiting a good seven minutes. I couldn’t believe my luck: this honey had hit the genepool jackpot, and I was calling the numbers.

Any striking conversation points?
We bonded instantly, discussing our childhood dreams and our ideal Sundays before moving on to specific sex skills we both have.

Any awkward moments or silences?
Moments? Yes. Awkward? No. We shared many a moment in that liquor-stained booth, tucked away from the world in the cosiest corner imaginable. At times, we needed not speak because language can only go so far with expressing emotions of such deep infatuation. We were able to communicate in methods beyond the conventional: our bodies couldn’t hide the impulses that gushed forth in every possible nano-second.

If you were to be married and have babies, what would you want your baby to inherit?
IF? IF?! How impertinent of The Waterfront to hypothetically conjure a separate universe where the two of us must rely on the imperfect subjunctive tense to be together and produce children. We are to be married on the eve of the summer ball, on the grass outside Fulton House. Steve Weston will be both best-man and maid-of-honour (because he knows everyone) and Sancha Worthington will bear the rings. Our twin boys will inherit our finest traits and embody 21st C greatness.

Any potential for a kiss?
Again, Waterfront, you degrade myself and my fiancé. A kiss is impulsive, spontaneous and magical, not choreographed and pre-determined. Potential for a kiss exists always, even when one is alone. Generally how did you think that date went? To speak generally is not in my nature. I will speak specifically in every circumstance apart from on Twitter (@josh_pugh1), where not enough characters are granted to do so.

Would you like to meet again?
We meet every day, at the same cafe at 6:30. Holding hands, making all kinds of plans, whilst the jukebox plays our favourite song.

•If you are interested in featuring in the next blind date, email your name, age, course and level to sammeeb@hotmail.co.uk.

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