Dating Kit

Adventures of a Single Girl…

Swoonfest in Sydney- part three

on June 11, 2017

You’ll remember from Sizzling in Sydney and Sizzling Sydney and Drunkie Skunkies, that I was in town for work. During my second day there, I was chatting to lots of guys on my dating apps.

I found a guy who seemed sweet and nice but during the day we hadn’t gotten to the point of talking about meeting up.

Throughout the night, mostly when I was alone, we exchanged messages. He was home, having dinner, and I was out. He had an early morning so he couldn’t come out to meet me.

But, while I ate my Cobs Cheddar in my room, we graduated to texting, and then we had a chat on the phone.

He was all that I thought he was online, and we had a great chat. He’d made me laugh in text, which is pretty tricky, and he was even funnier over the phone, and he asked me if he could meet me the next day.

Now, bear in mind, this wasn’t the first time a guy had asked to meet me on the day I was going home.  That night, I’d had several guys ask me what time I flew out, and asked if they could meet me at my hotel before I left. As if I’d arrange to meet a total stranger for a shag! They don’t know me, but I have higher standards than that.  And, hello, it’s not all day check out, it’s a hotel and check out time is before lunch!! So, it’s not even possible!! Thus, bugger off. When I’d asked if they’d like to go for lunch, they’d all baulked. So that’s two strikes, and they were out!!

But this guy was different. He didn’t mention the hotel, and when he asked to meet me on the Saturday, and I said, ‘why, would you like to take me for lunch?’ he replied that he’d love to. Now that’s a man!

I said, but you’ll have to come to me because I don’t know where anywhere is. He responded, “of course I’ll come to you.” I asked why and he said, “because the guy always comes to the lady.” Whizz bang!!

The next day, I met him after I had my meeting. We met inside Haigh’s Chocolates (that’s a swoonfest in itself) at the Queen Victoria Building, Initially, I wasn’t sure if I was attracted to him, but that doubt soon evaporated, because he was a gentleman right from the start, and that was very attractive in itself.

He suggested we go to another building for lunch, and we started to head off. He offered to carry my laptop bag. I was shocked! He said, “I’m not going to run off with it!” But run off or not, I’ve never had a guy offer that before, especially as he could see I had my handbag and umbrella too.

Then, it got better!! As it was starting to rain, he grabbed my umbrella, and took my hand and put it through his arm. I could’ve cried, it was so sweet.

I know that in other situations, this might have appeared too forward, but in that moment, it was just right, so comfortable. It’s crazy really, because I’d only met him less than 5 minutes before.

I’m very aware of my own space, and whether I want someone in it. Therefore, I’m very conscious about other people’s and making sure I don’t enter theirs before it’s time, and or without their consent. Some people just aren’t touchy feely, and the fact that I can be doesn’t mean I overrule them.street-pash-12-06-17

We ambled over to another city building and went inside. The umbrella went down, but we kept walking together like we’d known each other for ages.

And then, then, then!!!

I happened upon a shop that I bloody well love. It’s only in Sydney and I’ve shopped there in the past but not for years. I’d forgotten the name, and so I had no idea where they were located. To just walk passed and see it made me even happier than the bag, umbrella and arm moments!!

When he saw how excited I was, he said we should go in. I nearly fell over. But I said it could wait until after lunch, and asked if he was happy to shop with me. He said it would be his pleasure. Well, hello!!! Who is this guy?

We continued on, and came across the food court. Okay, that’s not quite what I was expecting for lunch, but hey, why not? We separated and got our own food and met up together. I told him I’d never been to a food court on a date before, and we both laughed.

Over lunch, I got to see his face and hear his story. He definitely was a sweet guy, and we had a few things in common, which made chatting easier. And I really was attracted to him; he got more attractive by the minute, because of his gentlemanly actions and his appearance which I’d underestimated initially.

He had a slight accent and when I asked him about it, he said his parents were French. Mon bloody dieu!! The date instantly went up a notch. If I wasn’t already weak at the knees, that would’ve done it.

And then when lunch finished, we went to my shop!!

That’s where the differences came up. Practically all the clothes I liked, he didn’t.  I have heaps of clothes from that shop, and I was finding more and more that I liked. Alas, I’m not quite as slim and slender as I used to be, so not many items fit, but regardless, he didn’t agree with lots of the colours I liked. That’s okay, maybe his taste ends with me, and not my clothes.

But, the shopping was so much fun. We were flirty and cheeky. And guess what? I bought a dress we were both happy with. So, his taste in clothes wasn’t so bad afterall.

We headed outside again, and found a café he used to go to. He had a coffee and we chatted some more. He has his own business, and so do I, and we were able to bond over these similarities.

After his coffee, we continued walking and found more shops that I liked. I didn’t find anything I liked, but he kept up the flirting, telling me what he’d love to see me in, and out of. Cheeky devil.

Alas, it was getting close to my flight time, so our date had to come to an end. He offered to drive me back to my hotel, and I was kinda keen for a little alone time with him, so I agreed.

We walked back to his car, and it started raining again so we jumped in pretty quickly, after he raced around to my side and opened my door. Prince Charming! Fairly shortly after, the pashing began as the rain pelted the car. And the deliciousness just continued. What a dreamboat. A warm but rainy Sydney day resulted in steaminess, both in and out of the car.

As he drove me back to my hotel, where I’d left my luggage, we chatted and pashed at the traffic lights. So juvenile, but we didn’t care; we only had a few more minutes together. He started talking about how he loves to drive and that he’d love to come to Melbourne to see me.

Well now, I thought, that’s an interesting idea! I started thinking it could be fun and I joined in. I had deliberately been just living in the moment and enjoying myself while I was in Sydney, but since he mentioned isteamy-car-pash-12-06-17t, I thought a visit wouldn’t hurt, if he was up for it.

We arrived at my hotel, and he parked across the road. Monsieur Pâmoison (that’s French for swoon) came around and opened my door for me, and I practically fainted. This guy was too good to be true.

A pash in the street followed, in front of the doorman of the hotel adjacent to mine, and as rain began to fall. That was pretty sexy, I have to say. Not the pervy doorman, just the whole scene. It was like it was out of a movie, a super romantic, invite your girlfriends over, and get the tissues ready, kinda movie.

Here’s a guy who stood out from all the other guys I’d spoken to in Sydney. He dated me the way I want to be dated. Melbourne guys should take some lessons from this guy, in being polite, respectful, gentlemanly. It’s not that hard!

As I left, I was all giddy. I wasn’t thinking that a long distance relationship could happen- I’m much more realistic than that, but I’d just had one of the most lovely, sweet, mature dates I’d had in a long time. And I’d loved every minute of it.

Xx Kit

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