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To the bright eyes, bushy tailed freshers just arriving in Bristol, let me tell you, this city brims with possibility: every corridor, bus ride, and sweaty dance floor is a potential setting for your grand romantic story or, perhaps, a humiliating anecdote to tell your friends. Still, the hunt for love continues. So, here is where you could (or could not) meet your soulmate at Bristol uni. Best of luck all, war is hell.<\/p>\n
Lectures<\/p>\n
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Nothing says romance like a bleary-eyed 9am seminar on the ethics of late stage capitalism. You sit across the room, nursing a Senate latte. They raise their hand, playing devil\u2019s advocate in a debate on whether utilitarianism could justify cannibalism, and suddenly\u2026.your heart flutters. You bond over your shared appreciation of Simone de Beauvoir, only to realise later they haven\u2019t actually read her, just asked for a summary from ChatGPT. The eye contact is there, the cheeky intellectual sparring feels like foreplay. In reality, they ignore you in the library later that day, headphones in, locked into a Joe Rogan podcast.<\/p>\n
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Wills<\/p>\n
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The secular Gothic interior of Wills providing a frankly cinematic backdrop for a romantic tale, set against the low hum of snotty noses and creaky chairs. You, dressed in charity shop knitwear and fingerless gloves, play the mysterious femme fatale, reading Nietzsche in the corner (heavily annotated, of course). He takes a seat in the adjacent booth, gazing longingly from afar, wondering if you\u2019re actually reading that or just pretending to. You make uncomfortable amounts of eye contact, you never speak. The tension is palpable. You return to that seat every day in hopes he will appear again. He never resurfaces. You see him with his girlfriend a week later. Killer.<\/p>\n
Hinge<\/p>\n
I have actually heard many a Hinge success story, which continues to baffle me. Worth a shot? They can\u2019t be any worse than the men you already know.<\/p>\n
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Daisy\u2019s<\/p>\n
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You lock eyes from across the smoking area through a haze of kiwi-guava-watermelon-sweaty rugby man-VK-armpit mist, wade through a sea of sports night socials to meet under the neon strobe lights as Love Story blares in the background. He\u2019s in a toga, you\u2019re painted red. This must be it. He must be the one. You wake up to a \u201cwys\u201d text. Ah, and they say romance is dead. You see him in broad daylight three weeks later only to realise perhaps he wasn\u2019t as attractive as he first seemed when it was dark and you were seven double vodka redbulls in. Funny that.<\/p>\n
Steps of the ASS library<\/p>\n
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A modern-day Cinderella in the trenches of exam season, you leave your UCard on the desk, your knight in shining canterbury\u2019s sprints after you, dodging highly caffeinated undergrads in an attempt to reach his princess. On the steps of the ASS, surrounded by weeping students and discarded meal deal packages, he returns your card. You smile and thank him. It\u2019s the most intimate exchange you\u2019ve had in months.<\/p>\n
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The U1<\/p>\n
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Your hands brush on the railings of the stairs, you giggle nervously, partly from the cherry VK sloshing around in your stomach and partly from the fact your mate is projectile vomiting onto the floor, then tragedy strikes. As the bus grinds to a halt, he stumbles off at Wills, his Polo Ralph Lauren gilet glistening in the bus headlights. Rah. If you can move past the accent and the signet ring, you\u2019re set for life. Try not to punch him when he says he\u2019s \u201cnot that rich\u201d, and you\u2019ll be guaranteed a life of summer holidaying at the chateau in France and tears in the Alps as he screams \u201cYOU\u2019RE NOT DOING IT RIGHT\u201d whilst you plummet down a mountain with two wooden planks attached to your feet. Bliss.<\/p>\n
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The Downs<\/p>\n
You\u2019re reading One Day by David Nicholls, wondering when it\u2019s your turn to be yearned after. You spot him under a tree, performatively reading Wuthering Heights. He hasn\u2019t turned the page in over an hour. He tells you he knows a spot. It\u2019s Vittoria. Very underground. He orders a Dildo Baggins, of course, and talks about his dodgy opinions on third-wave feminism. He tells you you\u2019re so mysterious and intriguing, you only seem that way because he hasn\u2019t asked you a question about yourself in 45 minutes. You miss toga man from Daisy\u2019s.<\/p>\n
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Padel society<\/p>\n
The mecca of corporate baddies. Every boy here studies economics and has a grad scheme lined up in London. He\u2019ll undoubtedly take you on a date to a small plates restaurant where you\u2019ll be served by a waiter with a handlebar moustache and a forest green beanie who tells you they do things \u201ca little differently here\u201d. Padel man pretends to understand wine pairings and makes you feel stupid because you aren\u2019t getting \u201cstone fruits\u201d or \u201csweaty muddy leather\u201d on the nose.<\/p>\n
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