GUEST POST** Moral of the story, don’t drink and date

On a drunken night out in a gay club with some friends I met a guy and promptly asked him if he was straight after he took my fancy. To my luck he assured me that he was, so after a while we had a little kiss (much to the disgust of the gay men who also had their eye on him) and swapped numbers. I hadn’t even walked out of the club when he had text me saying that it was good to meet me… nice touch!

The next day, the texting back and forth began, another good sign. To my complete joy, this continued for a few days. I decided after a few days to ask him outright if we were going to meet up for a drink. I wouldn’t usually be so forward, but I figure that I am getting to that age now where everyone I know is either getting married or having babies so I don’t really have time to waste!! 🙂

He arranged the entire night and was a textbook gentleman, booking a romantic restaurant, picking me up, opening car doors (I even walked over to the driver’s side as I am not used to guys opening car doors for me, it was very embarrassing when he asked me if I was driving). He paid the bill and even carried me over a puddle so that my shoes didn’t get ruined…. Yes you did read that correctly, he picked me up and carried me over a puddle!

He carried me over a puddle?!

After the date he dropped me off at home, how sweet and he had even text me before I had got to my floor…. Not bad for a gay/straight guy, I was impressed!

That weekend I had a big night planned with the girls and we polished off two bottles of vodka and three bottles of champagne before we even left the house… it was a sign of things to come. I had heard from the boy that day and he was also going out with his friends. The plan was to all meet up later on in the evening, result!

 

After having a drink in every bar on Crown Street we ended up in Columbian (note – another gay bar) and all four of us were really rather drunk, very drunk in fact. It was about 1.30am and we were dancing like we were the sexiest girls in the world, as you do when you have had way too much vodka. The boy had text me and I had told him that we were there and all of a sudden he showed up on his own, sober!

I had had enough so I suggested going back to mine and he agreed… we left the club and it all got a bit blurry from there. The fresh air hit me and so did the copious amounts of vodka/Jager/Champagne/wine/schnapps.

The next thing I can totally remember is waking up in my bed, with my old, ‘lazy Sunday’ PJ’s on and a pumping head. There was a glass of water next to me and a bucket (I am not a vomiter though but how was he to know that). To make it worse, a few years ago my friends brought me a joke porno and that was on my bedroom floor, my laundry basket had been emptied all over my bedroom…. I went into the bathroom and the towel rack was on the floor and a box of tampons had been emptied out everywhere. I frantically tried to clean it up as I could hear the TV on in the other room so I knew that he was still there.

I went into the living room and there was the boy, watching sports. He had a smirk on his face and told me that I had been really drunk and had passed out after failing to find something that I was looking for in the laundry basket. Apparently I had woken up in the night and put my PJ’s on??? He said that he had stayed awake for most of the night as he was worried that I would be sick.

HOT STUFF!

Since then I have had flashbacks involving me falling over, pulling the towel rack off the wall and searching through my dirty laundry to find my ‘sexy’ underwear, I think I can even remember getting the joke porno out myself…..

The boy and I saw each other a few more times but it fizzled out… moral of the story, don’t drink and date!

One of life’s angels, an elaborate scam?!

Okay, so I have an unusual post today as something quite weird happened to me and my mates last week and I feel the need to share it with you guys. Interested to hear your thoughts of if you’ve had a similar experience and what your take is on the encounter…

So my friends and I went for dinner as two of my friends, a beautiful couple, were heading back to the Scottish Highlands to get married and have a family. It was an evening with mixed emotions as I was sad to see them leave, but so happy for them at the same time.

The drinks were flowing and we weren’t being shy when ordering food, starters, share plates and rice ahoy! We were dining at Thai Princess on Crown Street, Darlinghurst. It is a quaint little Thai BYO restaurant. I have had several meals there with my friends and the food never fails to please. In particular the Crying Tiger and the Beef Yellow Curry are stand out dishes (I like to alternate between the two each time I go, what can I say, I am a creature of habit). Whether there is two or ten of you dining, it’s a good shout!

I would highly recommend for a first date location, quiet enough to get to know each other, but enough atmosphere to thoroughly enjoy yourselves.

We had eaten our two courses, polished off about 20 bottles of wine around the table and were busy putting the world to right, as you do! I decided it was 10:30, on a ‘school night’ it was time that I ask for the bill. So I called over the lovely waiter and duly asked for the bill, only to be advised that the bill had already been covered by a lady sitting at the other side of the restaurant.

I glanced over only to see a woman I’ve never seen before in my life! How strange, I proclaimed to the waiter that he must’ve made some kind of mistake. It appears that he hadn’t as the woman sauntered over to our table and said it’s no worries, I’ve got it. Hmmmm ok?!

She then proceeded to announce to the table (meanwhile we’re all sat there dumbfounded , jaws on the floor and not quite sure what to say, it was a $500 bill for goodness sake!) that, “It isn’t often in life that you meet one of life’s angels. I am one of those angels on a mission to spread the word about my work”

Ok…  whilst we all sat there, still shocked and not quite sure what to say or do she continued: “I have been all over the world and I’ve never come across a group of people with your energy. I have been sent by a higher being…”

She then went on to say how she wasn’t from this world, she was governed by the crystal skulls and that the world as we know it was going to end in 2012 and that we’d all been given ap upgrade…”

Riiiiiggghhhhttttttt, we were in a tricky situation as she’d paid for our dinner and we didn’t want to appear rude, but at the same time didn’t want to humour her. We let her talk to us for 20 minutes about pursuing our dreams and living for the moment, then she simply left…

Now I have been known to be quite sceptical in my time, but I just didn’t know what to make of the situation. I’m sure it hasn’t happened to many people, I’m just happy my friends were there to witness the bizarre situation unrolling in front of us!

One of the guys said as she left, “I would’ve preferred to pay my $50 for my meal and chat amongst you guys for the last 20 minutes!”

What are your thoughts, one of life’s angels or an elaborate hoax (or a lady in need of psychiatric help!?)