Sixteen months ago I landed in Sydney after five years of largely single life in London.
Originally from NZ it was time to move closer to home and I choose Sydney despite the man drought and, despite already being unlucky in love.
My odds were stacked against me. Or at least I thought.
After the first three weeks here I had already started dating a gorgeous, tall, fit, dark, tanned Sydneysider. Man drought, what man drought?
Mr Sydney and I proceeded to meet for dinner and drinks around my new home City. If I’m being honest I was more impressed with my new catch’s looks than his personality. What was I doing in London all those years when there are men this good-looking in Sydney willing to court someone like me?
Over a short period of time though, the good looks were over shadowed by the lack of personality. The conversation was weak and there were little to no laughs. It’s funny how a good-looking guy can turn ugly and visa versa.
We very quickly split ways. And as is the case so often now, the final straw was deleting Mr Sydney as a friend on Facebook. Onwards and upwards I say…