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My first date in two months..

Here I am single again and decide I’m swearing off guys for at least 2/3 months – so they cycle begins again… Groundhog Day anyone?!

Ten Year Crush was my head turner, and then there was the dates that followed that well… weren’t, ha!

 Oh how I’d love to go on a date and come back to my friends and tell them how lovely he was, how we’d has a great time and that he’s asked to see me again full stop! It seems however that the dating gods know that I now document my every dating move and send me the most ridiculous circumstances/ outcomes as material for you guys 🙂

So it was the end of a two month drought and it was the long weekend of the Queen’s Birthday (can I just say that I love the fact that Aussies get the day of and the Brits don’t – unless they’re here like me of course… yyippeeeeeeeee).

Happy Birthday!!!

My weekend was fairly tame to begin with, a chilled Friday and partaking in the Coogee to Bondi walk on Saturday, I then cooked up a storm in the kitchen on the Sunday (yes I did make the Yorkshire Puddings from scratch, thank you, thank you very much!).

The girls and I were chilling on the sofa when my friend Sally and I decided to glam ourselves up and meet a few friends at The Paddington Inn. Outfits – check! Fabulous hair – check! Heels – check! Only it was pouring down outside and no taxis – Drowned rat look – check!

It didn’t halt our mission to have a fab night. We had a few cocktails at the Paddington Inn until about midnight, we then moved onto Kit and Kaboodle for more drinks and dancing antics.

Once at Kit and Kaboodle a particular guy caught my eye, to my utter surprise he came over and asked if he could buy me a drink, good manners – check!

We had a drink and then hit the dance floor, cue dancing around the dance floor like we were on the set of Strictly Ballroom (for some reason, when I’ve had a few drinks I all of a sudden believe I’m Tina Sparkle).


The pleasant surprise was that he too also had the ‘moves’ on the dance floor too…

After what seemed like hours of burning up the dance floor, I decided it was home time as my little dancing shoes were no longer on speaking terms with my big dancing feet, they needed to take a break – from each other. I explained to the boy that it was time for me to go home, after a little kiss he asked if he could have my number as he’d like to take me out again, I dutifully obliged and he walked me out (how cute) to say goodbye.

After he hailed me a taxi, I hopped in and was homeward bound, it wasn’t long before I crashed out at home after a fab night.

I woke up the next morning to the all too familiar hangover headache and decided to take full advantage of my extra day of the weekend (thanks Elizabeth!) and go for a run, have lunch with the girls and then watch a movie with a Thai takeaway. I’d told the girls about my encounter the night before and then not thought much else about it. That was until I received a text of the boy that night saying that it was great to meet me and that he’s like to take me out for drinks soon – result.

The four-day week passed by in a haze as I had a big client event to organise, so my week consisted of work, gym, dinner and sleep… That was until on Thursday when it changed to work, gym, phone call from the boy, dinner and sleep. I was impressed that he’s called and not text, I think too many people these days rely on text messages and just don’t pick up the phone – until now. We had a nice chat about where we lived/ worked and he asked if he could take me out for the drink. I said yes so we decided to meet near my office after work on Friday and go for a drink at Luna Park. Yeahy!

Cue Friday evening, me sat at my desk waiting for him to arrive at six, he arrived at my office, looking hot and complemented me on my outfit – again good manners – check!

The beginning of the evening went really well, drinks and conversation flowed at the bar, time went by in a flash and we decided to head to the Crows Nest Hotel to watch the live band at 9pm. I’d only been there once before so was more than happy to go along. Before we knew it, it was 11pm and we decided to head to the city to the original place we had met, Kit and Kaboodle.

He knew all the door staff and we were granted access to the top floor- where the best music is, in my humble opinion. Now don’t get me wrong, we had now been out drinking for five hours straight, we’d skipped dinner and were now ordering shots at the bar – there really was no need. (Upon reflection it would’ve made sense for us to say goodbye after The Crows Nest Hotel and arranged to catch up soon, instead of partying on and continuing to add more alcohol to the mix).

So we again headed to our old friend/ foe the dance floor and said boy got chatting to what appeared to be an old friend, they said hello and then started dancing, cool I thought, seems like a fun guy that has lots of friends.

I left them to it and headed to the bathroom, when I returned they were still dancing on the dance floor, only they weren’t just dancing, they were kind of grinding with each other on the dance floor – a little inappropriate when your date is stood right there, but I’m quite laid back and it was our first date so just laughed and said I’d get the next round in… (as if we needed anymore!) Oh also, I forgot to say, the friend of said guy, that he was gyrating with, was… a guy! Ahem!

I returned from the bar with three shots, it would be rude not to right?! They both thanked me, the boy’s friend said it was so nice of me and asked me for my number, looking back, yes it did seem rather strange, but I didn’t want to be rude, so we exchanged numbers, then they continued to dance with each other – I could only be described as a bystander.

After about 15 minutes feeling rather awkward, I decided it was time to leave, I said goodbye to the boy and got myself a taxi.

I decided to take myself off to bed. All in all it had been a great first date, with the exception of the end, I did have a weird feeling about the way it had ended but decided not to dwell on it!

I was awoken the next morning with a text from the boy’s friend:

“Hi it’s XX from Kit and Kaboodle, that guy that was…um…doing things with your boy 😛 he he hope you had a fun night, sorry of we were inappropriate… its just us J xoxo”

Erm, what?!?!? I’m sooooooooo confused by this message, if I hadn’t received it, I would’ve been convinced that it was just me having too much to drink and would’ve forgotten about it.

The boy has since been in touch and I told him about the message and he laughed it off saying they get ‘frisky’ when they’ve had a drink and has asked to take me out again.

I would love your feedback as to your thoughts people: Am I being sensitive and I need to get a grip or would you think there was something weird about the message…

We rewind to two weeks ago…

We rewind to two weeks ago…

Remember the post about me passing out fully clothed after a particularly heavy night out? Ring any bells? Here it is just in case you’ve forgotten.

So I left you with a teaser about how I had more to update on and a chance encounter, and then I left you hanging for almost two weeks… sincerest of apologies!

Here is a brief overview of the goings on in my life in the days following that fateful night…

10:00 A.M. I woke from a not so peaceful slumber (more like coma), I had an excitement in my belly, couldn’t remember why… It’ll come to me…
12:30 P.M. I get changed into my bikini, don my latest cute maxi, coordinate with my fried Sally as today is Sunday, it is Sydney and it’s summer, cue – Marco Polo at The Ivy yyippeeeeeee

The Ivy pool is the most aesthetically pleasing venue in Sydney – the talent is immense! The bar scales four floors and two buildings. Downstairs you can catch the business types catching a cosmo after a long day at the office. By night it is transformed into a hub for the beautiful people. On Sundays the pool is transformed to a haven suntrap where the drinks flow and the people mingle.

Beautiful people all around – doesn’t make you feel insecure at all, yeah right!

1:30 Arrive at The Ivy pool, it’s 35 degrees and the bods are out, immense scenes surround Sally and I as we take advantage of the free drinks, the view (the guys are unreal) and feel very self-conscious – the girls are all size 6 – 10 (As I’m a 12 I’m positively in the ‘curvy/ carrying a little extra holiday weight right now variety) .
4:00 Get a call from Liam (we’ve spoke about him before many a time, here, here and here..) he’s at The Ivy too – yippee. Tells me the only reason he came was cos he knew I’d be there, result!
8:00 Head home after one too many cocktails, it’s a Sunday night and I have work tomorrow. I get a text from Liam asking me to meet up, I’m passed out on the sofa before I can respond.
7:15 A.M. Why do I do this to myself, on a school night? My head hurts, I don’t recall most of the previous day and I have a WIP at 8:30 that morning, noooooooo!
8:30 A.M. – 6:00 P.M – Dying a slow and painful death
6:30pm Arrive home after a LONG day at the office, all I want to do is eat and sleep.
8:00 Take myself off to bed to watch a bit of Gossip Girl (which I heart BTW).
9:00 Get a text off my friend, she advises me that she has something that she thinks I should know; Liam has been in contact with her and has been asking her out. Fail one! He also said that there’s nothing going on between me and him – Epic fail! Now tell me if I’m wrong, surely there’s a code about asking out your ex’s mates? Apparently not!
10:00 Type out angry text to Liam asking him at what point he felt it was cool to ask out my friend.
10:30 Save to drafts as feel it isn’t appropriate to send…
10:31 Hit send and think F*** it!

9:00 A.M. Decide I maybe shouldn’t have text Liam
1:15 P.M. Still haven’t heard from Liam
5:45 Still haven’t heard from Liam
10:45 P.M. Still haven’t heard from Liam.
11:10 Yup still no… you know!

7:35 A.M. Decide I’m the biggest idiot ever
5:55 P.M. It’s ok though, after mentally beating myself up all day, I remember that there are good things in my life, my brother arrives tomorrow! I haven’t seen him for nearly two years!
7:30 Julie texts, she’s heading out with Helen our friend tomorrow to say bye before she departs on her travels around the world with her fella. She asks if I want to come, she casually drops in that my ten-year crush will be there also… SOLD!
10:00 Crash out in front on TV after a few too many wines and far too many episodes of ‘Come Dine with Me Australia – where do they find these people?!’

So on a final note before the most romantic weekend of the year… WHATEVER…

I used to be like this…

Then I met a girl…

She was like this…

Together, we were like this…

When she accepted my proposal, I was like this…

I used to talk to her all night like this…

And at the office I used to do this…

When my friends saw my girlfriend, they stared like this…

And I used to react like this…

But on Valentines Day,
she received a red rose from someone else like this…

And she was like this..

And I was like this…

Which later led to this…

and this…

I felt like doing this…

I started doing this…

(I’m not sure of the source of this, it isn’t my own! If anyone knows it please send so I can credit them!)

Three’s a crowd

Okay I’m in somewhat of a dating dilemma and I can’t decide which the best course of action to take is or which path to turn to. Mainly because in my experience all roads lead to 1 Dumped Avenue, Singleton-ville!

Now let me get this straight, I’m the kind of girl who goes through stages, peaks and troughs, swings and round abouts et al… you catch my drift! I am by no means a man eater, I’ll go though months and months with nothing, not even a glimmer of bloke that throws any interest in my general direction.

Then all of a sudden after a drought (usually about a three month cycle) about three men come at once – there was a saying once about men and buses, you know!

Anywayyyyyy… It just so happens that I seem to be partaking in one of life’s peaks at this moment in time, rather than the Valley of the Trough (or the bottom of my pedestal that I so gallantly climbed to the top of, only to break my stiletto heel, fall to the bottom and land in a big pile of sh1t! It happens apparently!)

On overview, or synopsis if you will, follows:

The lovely Liam is back on the scene – after the bus incident he has still been contacting me to meet up (yeah I still judge him!). He’s been around for two years – we went through the ‘mate zone’ for a year and now I’m still no closer to gauging what we are. I do get the feeling that he wants to talk to me about something serious (due to his lack of desire to attend group functions, requesting we just catch up one-on-one). I have locked him in this weekend, so all shall be revealed, I hope!

Then there’s the guy that I was seeing casually, we touched on my issues with this here. The cute half Maltese, half English Aussie guy, remember? Well we’ve kept in touch and he is still yet to ask me out, not best practice! We’re in the zone where we just meet up on a night out, is there a way out of this zone? Or am I stuck in it forever as a product of my own making?

Then we’re left with Tim, a guy I really hit it off with on my travels over Xmas, he was my NY smooch (nothing else mind!). We stayed up all night on the lake putting the world to right. We also have a lot in common, his Dad’s originally from Liverpool (I went to uni in Liverpool and heart it!) his mum is also a Brit of the Southern variety, she’s from Chelsea. Again he’s an Aussie born and bred, that lives in Sydney! He also has the British banter added for good measure!  He too is yet to ask me out, we have the whole flirting situation happening via e-mail and text, but still nothing, nada, diddley squat!!

So as you can see, yes there are three guys on the ‘potential date’ zone, but none of them have made that step into the ‘date zone’. I believe it is quite scary for some guys, but seriously, I’m getting very bored of waiting to be asked.

Now I need your assistance here, as my judgement is all clouded by the fact that they’re cute,  funny, surfers, rugby players, like a drink, got loadsa mates etc etc I need someone’s view from the outside.

Do I wipe the slate clean and start again with a guy that is willing to take the giant leap for mankind into the (sshhhhhhhhhhhh don’t say it too loud or it might scare them) – ‘date zone’, or do I persevere and let fate run its course, if it’s meant to be it will??

What are the chances?

Dating in Sydney can be so much fun, with all the amazing venues, activities and suburbs each date stands to be more different in so many ways from the last.

Spoilt for choice is pretty apt, with all the activities to choose from in this amazing city, sometimes it’s just nice to meet up with a date over a quiet drink in an atmospheric bar after work.

The lovely Shelbourne - Ideal for after work drinks

The lovely Shelbourne - Ideal for after work drinks

On this particular occasion the said location was the Shelbourne Hotel on Market Street, I’d arranged to meet up with a cute Irish guy that I had been texting back and forth whilst travelling in SA. Upon my return to Sydney we arranged to meet for a drink on a quiet Wednesday evening.

 I’d met him when he’d been trying to sell me a hairdressing voucher (yes he was one of those annoying people who pester anyone with hair in the CBD) he happened to be quite cute and the deal was quite good, so I bought one from him. I figured that it was a good deal and a clever way to give him my number (always thinking).

 So it was the weekend before we were due to go out and I decided to go to my first Sydney festival with a few of my girlfriends and their friends. There I got talking to a lovely Aussie chic for a short while, who was a friend of a friend, we made small talk and she asked what I was up to in the week. I explained that I was going to get my hair done and then had a ‘date’.

 She seemed to have a vast knowledge of Sydney hairdressing salons and proceeded to ask me where I was going. I explained and she asked if I’d got it off one of the sales guys from Pitt Street, to which I replied “yes”.

 The interrogation then followed, was he Irish, “yes”, did he have brown hair, “yes”, was his name Darren*, “yes”. It only turns out that my date happened to be her ex fella that she split up with him two days before getting with her new fella (who happened to be very good mates with my Bessie!)

 So I explained that I had arranged to meet him after getting my hair done and that I would cancel if it would be awkward at all. She was very determined in the fact that I shouldn’t cancel and that she was with a new guy now and very happy.

 Wednesday came by before I knew it, brand new hair cut, new dress and feeling quite good about myself.

 We met in the Shelbourne and we had instant chemistry, drinks were flowing and we’d arranged to meet up again on at least three dates (was looking good). We even had a cheeky kiss before the chatter turned to the previous weekend, he asked where I’d been and I explained I’d been to the festival with my friends. He asked which friends, I told him and decided to not omit the name of his ex, Annabel*, as didn’t want to be deceitful.

 He didn’t pick up on it, so we carried on chatting about the week, my hair etc. He asked who had done my hair, I explained and low and behold it turned out that he actually lived with her, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, small world.

 So I innocently asked how long he’d been living with Annabel for… yes I said the wrong name. He twigged straight away and mentioned that he had noticed that I’d said that name before.

 Sensing I was digging myself into a hole, I innocently said, “It’s so weird you should say that as Annabel did say her ex used to work for your salon, but I thought that there was no chance it could be you.”

 So the interrogation began with the 20 questions, “Is she Australian?” “Does she live in Coogee?” “Does she have brown hair?” I answered all the questions “yes!”

 To which we agreed it was the same person, reality hit home.

 Darren proceeded to tell me that; yes it was his ex, his ex… FIANCEE! Who he was with for NINE years! Annabel had neglected to tell me that little nugget of information.

 He then excused himself to go to the bathroom, visibly upset. He left me to ponder the situation I’d managed to get myself into, I had only myself to blame.

 Ten minutes later he appeared rather sheepishly at the table with red puffy eyes (quite obvious he’s been blubbing in the bathroom). He proceeded to ask me if she was happy, to which I responded, “I’m not going to lie to you, yes she is.” Not exactly the answer he was looking for.

 I then received what can only be described as a monologue of clichés and cringe factor announcements that would make any woman’s blood run cold: “I’ve got to be completely honest with you here, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about Annabel and wish that I was still with her. She was/ is the love of my life and I miss her every second.

 “I think you’re an amazing girl and I was looking forward to seeing you again, and I do think that is this wasn’t the situation I’d definitely want to see you again. But as you’re friends with Annabel and she’s in your circle of friends, I just can’t continue with this. With this in mind I’m going to go.”

Cliche anyone?

Cliche anyone?

 And he did, he left me on my own in the Shelbourne with a bottle of wine and a somewhat confused and rejected expression on my face.

 Note to self – Don’t go on dates with guys who have just broken up with their girlfriends who happen to be a friend of a friend!