Icco Blind Date: Nelum and Elliot

Our switchboards were jammed after we played Cupid at Icco last week, so we decided to do it again.

Aspiring nightlife supremo Elliot met Nelum over a few slices of the good stuff on Friday night. We checked in with the classic pair after the dust settled to see how things went.

If you love piping hot pizza and lukewarm chat, we’d love to hear from you. Get in touch with [email protected] and we’ll arrange a date.

Part-time student, full time classy-cat

Elliot is a second year from Walton-on-Thames studying Economics

What’s your perfect date?

We’d have some drinks at a bar; then head to a bass night by a label like Trap93, then get Boris bikes home after.

What were your expectations going into this?

The concept of a blind date in which you literally know nothing about the other person is fucking hilarious to me, so I expected to find the whole thing pretty jokes to be honest.

What was she like?

The safest girl. Lovely, smart, and most importantly she had a wicked sense of humour.

It’s rare to find someone who is as quick as Nelum, and who also gets my humour. She was good looking too.

What did you talk about?

We had a funny opening conversation about two really random mutual friends from home. My best mate was Facebook friends with her after inviting her to come see his band The Petals and she didn’t even know him, nor me at that point. Funny connection.

We also talked a lot about the different nights we’re into. She had a solid knowledge of a few hip hop/dance/soul nights across London, which was cool.

Any awkward moments?

There was one moment with massive potential for awkwardness. An hour or so in, she looks at me quite intensely and goes: “Wait.. Do you remember my name?”.

I panicked. I didn’t. I attempted some incorrect name, and she cracked up and goes: “You literally just went with the first Asian-sounding name you could think of.”

She didn’t remember my name either though, which was a relief.

Good table manners?

Yep. She was served first and waited for my food to come before she started eating.

Did you share a kiss at the end?

Nah. We joked about what it would be like to stage a fake morning-after photo in bed for the Tab article.

But we realised that if we were to do that, some people may not get the joke at all…next thing we know, we’ve become the poster boy and girl for someone shaming the culture of casual sex among students or something.

Would you go again?

We’ll just have to see what happens, really. The vibe wasn’t like two people who are looking to start seeing each other anyway.

Even if we don’t go on a ‘date’ again, I will definitely invite Nelum out with my mates. She’s a sound girl, we’re into similar things, and I back myself to remember her name next time.

Overall mark: 8.75/10

Nelum only drinks Rubicon Guava and Chateauneuf du Pape

Nelum is a third year from Watford studying Geography

What’s your perfect date?

Hmm… Relax at home, cook a meal, we smoke, we eat the meal, watch suttin’ and then put on some vibesy nineties RnB.

Or pizza with a stranger.

What were your expectations going into this?

I was just looking for love.

What was he like?

He was awesome. Really nice guy, he made me laugh a lot, was down to earth and seemed sincere. He also had some jewellery on, which really spiced things up.

Maybe I should have worn some too, I guess you live and learn.

What did you talk about?

We talked about music. I shared my thoughts on hip-hop, he evangelised the trance scene – it was beautiful.

Any awkward moments?

Mmm…we had this chat about food. I like to keep things interesting in the kitchen. My day is structured around the variety of my meals.

I tell him how I hate people who don’t care about what they eat and he said he could eat the same thing for lunch every day. For a week.

I don’t want to make a big deal out of this – but man! I was upset! What does this mean for us as a couple?

Does this mean when I’m like: “Boo – how about we chow down on some tasty jerk tonight?” I’ll turn around and see a dry, swollen baked potato waiting in the oven for us? I can’t live that life for him.

Good table manners?

Yeah, he was a real gent. A classic gent.

Did you share a kiss at the end?

No – we just had a little hug and laughed about something and went our separate ways, it was good.

Would you go again?

Let’s see what happens!

Overall mark: 8/10