Dating Kit

Adventures of a Single Girl…

Short Changed at Christmas

These days, dating can be very unromantic. It’s not like it was in the movies I grew up watching. It’s mostly online, a few messages back and forth and then on to making plans.

But, I like to throw in a step before that. I like to have a chat with the guy I’m thinking of meeting. It’s for a few reasons, but mostly I want to hear their voice and see if they can string together a sentence and hold a conversation. If their voice has me reaching to plug up my ears, then a date isn’t going to happen. And if there are awkward silences from their end, well, why would I want to meet them?

An added bonus of having a chat is that you can sometimes weasel information out of them that you can’t ask straight out online. I know what you’re thinking: what can’t you ask online? Well, of course I can ask whatever I want, technically. But if they want to lie, then they will. So I tend not to ask the important questions online, because it’s too easy for them to fib. One such question is about their height. If they don’t mention it in their profile, and their pic is ambiguous, of course I want to ask it.

But if someone asked you about the main thing you’re sensitive about, how honest would you be?

Thus, I’ve realized it’s best not to mention it in the online chat. But, these things are more easily brought up over the phone. It was that way with this guy, Simon. I couldn’t tell how tall he was from his pic, and so it came in convo. And he said he was 5’7. That’s at the absolute minimum for me. I was a bit iffy about that, because guys have a tendency to apply the same describing method they use for fishing, to their height and the size of their dick. Well, we’re not at the dick stage, but he might have been doing it to his height.

I’ve reached the conclusion that 5’7 is the minimum, because I’m just less than 5’2 and I like to wear heels. So if he’s added an extra inch or two, he’s actually only 5’5, and if I’m wearing my heels, I’m probably 5’5. Yep, that’s not going to work for me. I like a guy who’s taller than me all of the time.

Simon and I’d been messaging for ages and had really invested ourselves in seeing what could become of our efforts, so I decided I’d meet him.

He texted me during the day of our date, and suggested a French restaurant. I’m not exactly a foodie, but I thought, what the hell? I checked out their menu online and thought, ‘well this is a first, I’ll give it a crack and see what happens.’

We arranged to meet at a hotel that he suggested because it has a gigantic Christmas tree in its foyer. Simon and I are both mad on Christmas, so it would be a great meeting point.

I knew the hotel and I figured that if he was late, I could get a drink there before he arrived. I’ll always try to work it to my advantage so that I can feel most comfortable.

He arrived right on time (bummer, no drink for me) and found me staring up in awe at the tree in a very childlike manner.

As we walked to the restaurant, I realized two things: he did not factor in that I’m a woman and I’d be wearing heels because the resti was too far for a chick in heels. The other thing was that he was short. Short.

Now, I’m a polite person, but this is a big deal (couldn’t resist) for me. And, sometimes when I’m trying not to say something, and I’m trying to distract myself by thinking of other things, the one comment I’m trying to avoid saying just comes out! So, while we were walking up a cobblestone laneway, I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “so how tall are you, anyway?” He gave some flippant response to try to avoid divulging the numbers, but I wasn’t having any of that. I said, “I thought you said you were 5’7.” He said, “yeah, there abouts.” I replied, “thereabouts nothing, dude, I’m wearing heels, but even if I wasn’t, you’d barely be taller than me.” Then he tried to say he was 5’6 but I said, ‘nope, you’re 5’5 and that’s barely.’

We put it behind us and went to dinner. I was right about the cuisine, it doesn’t provide many options for a chick like me who isn’t very adventurous. He knows how to date though, it would be an amazing date spot for a Francophile or someone who likes to try new foods.

Alas, I had to order steak and pomme frites, which were actually delish. I also couldn’t get a drink as their wine list is extensive, but I’m not a wine girl. Their spirits and liqueurs didn’t include any I liked, so I had soft drink. Boring. But fine.

After dinner, we went to have a look at more Christmas trees, including the one pictured. I love how Melbourne lights up at Christmas. We jumped on a tram, and he tried to put his arm around me. But it felt like my 12 year old nephew was doing it. So awks. I felt really bad because he’s a nice guy, but there was just no attraction for me, and any chance of that stopped the minute I saw how short he was.

At one stage, I tried to see if I could muster it up, and I made a small move, but it was half arsed and half hearted, and I felt nothing.

We went our separate ways, and kept in touch, but I had to tell him that I couldn’t date him. I said I was happy to be friends with him, and that’s held true. We text and we’ve had dinner since then. But romance with a shortie? Not gonna happen.

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Xx
Kit

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First Date: Kiss of Death 

It took a little while to meet this guy, but it started the same was they often do. We met on PoF, and chatted for a few weeks. We were keen to meet each other, but initially, he was too busy with his work and his children, so our first date had to be deferred.  

We chatted on the phone one night, and the chat went for 1.5 hours!! He’s very opinionated, but seemingly about the same things I am, so that’s a good sign. I have lots of opinions, you might have noticed.  

We didn’t get to talk again but gradually got around to making plans. He suggested we meet up after my dance class on a Thursday night for a coffee, but I said that it would be dinner time for me because I’d have rushed to class from work, and thus, we should eat. I was just throwing that out there, and it could have gone south, but he agreed immediately. (So often, guys are terrified by the thought of sitting down and having something to eat. It’s like they think that their foot is going to be strapped to the table and they can’t leave. I assume they’re worried about not being able to leave, or running out of conversation, but with me, that rarely happens. I don’t cover both sides of a convo, but I definitely know how to get them talking if they’re struggling.) Kiss of Death

Later on, however, he texted and told me he couldn’t meet me because his son was concerned about him being out late, because we would be starting late. That’s fair enough, but instead, we made plans for the following night. 

During the day, he texted me and we confirmed we were both still keen to meet up.  

We joked and talked about the possibility of sharing a kiss that evening. He actually said, “Lol, well if I thought you weren’t interested and there was no chance of a sneaky kiss there would be no point having dinner! I have to believe there is every chance you could be the one!” And then, “I hope that doesn’t scare you.” Of course it didn’t and I told him so. I was really hoping that the connection we seemed to have on text and over the phone would translate to an even better connection in person.  

But he was right. Generally, I don’t do a lot of flirting via text. It’s not the right medium for me. I’m not a natural flirt, and when I do, I want to see and be attracted to the person with whom I’m flirting. Forcing myself to flirt online or in text opens me up to guys who expect more from me when we meet than I might want to give, so I avoid it.  

After work, we were still texting and it was getting complicated figuring out where to meet. We had been talking about meeting at Lygon St the night before, but that place is so much busier on a Friday that I asked if there was anywhere else he could think of.  

We were on opposite ends of town, him south, me north east, and we decided to meet up in Thornbury.  

We drove there separately, from our opposite origins. I got there first, found a place to park and rang him. My car was so far away from the pub that I’d need to walk a good ten minutes and it was drizzling. He had a spot on the other side of the main street, in a street that I knew, so I drove to him. We talked as I was driving, and it turned out he was standing on the side of the road, so I picked him up and drove closer to the pub.  

I can tell you, that’s not something I’ve ever done with a guy I didn’t know, and I told him so. He gave me that old line, “well, it’s not like we’re strangers,” but to me, until we’ve met in person, we are strangers. We might be friends, but we’re still strangers.  

I found a spot and parked, and it was all pretty comfy. Sometimes, parking with a guy in the car can be nerve wracking, especially a new guy, but I nailed it, as per usual. What can I say? I’m a gun at parking. 

We got out and started walking to the pub. I had high heels on and as it was wet, he pointed out slippery looking concrete and uneven kerbs. It was really sweet, and all the while he walked on the road side of the footpath. 

When we reached the dining room, he graciously stood back while I took the seat I wanted. I love when a guy does chivalrous things like that, letting me have the seat facing out, walking on the road side, pulling out chairs. They’re old fashioned acts, but I’m an old fashioned girl.  

Anyhoo, a couple of minutes later, as we were talking, I realised that my bench seat was cushioned to such a degree that I was really low and having to look up at him across the table. For sure I’m short, and he’s tall, but it just wouldn’t do. I mentioned it and he offered to switch. As we did, we had a little moment of electricity, which was cute. He said I didn’t need to move my bag or coat, and I kinda liked that he wasn’t so manly he couldn’t be seen with a handbag.  

We ordered drinks and dinner, and what ensued was a lovely evening of chatting, filling in blanks from the many texts we’d sent each other, and learning more about each other.  

After dinner he hopped up and went to pay for the meal before I could say anything, so I thanked him and we got all wrapped up in our coats and scarves and went for a walk down the street. We strolled and chatted and talked about dating. It was pretty chilly and there were moments when I was pretty sure he wanted to hold my hand, but I was so cold I couldn’t leave my hands out of my pockets! He couldn’t stay any longer as he needed to get back to his son, so he walked me back to my car. Kiss of Death

I offered to drop him back to his, and he jumped into my car. We drove back to the street where his car was parked, and I thanked him for a lovely evening. We sat there looking at each other for what seemed like an hour, but it wasn’t. But it was awks nonetheless, and I couldn’t help but ask if he was going to kiss me. And he did.  

It had been awks before we kissed, and it was just as awks during! Not because it was bad, but just because I was wearing my coat, and was trying to turn to him behind the steering wheel. Plus he’s so much taller than me. And he has a bit of a beard and it’s been ages since I kissed someone with a beard. I’d forgotten that sensation!  

The kisses were good but I looked forward to kissing him properly, without twisting uncomfortably in the car.  

I woke up the next morning with a freakishly sore neck.  

Matt and I texted during the day and I told him. In the evening, when I was getting ready to go out, he checked in about how my neck was. Sweet. 

During the evening we texted a fair bit and he admitted that “it feels like it’s moving along quite nicely, early days though.” My thoughts exactly. How exciting.  

That was a fun story wasn’t it? All full of promise for the future? 

Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but that’s actually the end of it! After that, it just fizzled out and he stopped texting. I know better than to keep that up if there’s no reciprocation, so that was it. 

Talk about disappointing. But, it is what it is. Fortunately for me, I don’t get too involved emotionally. I can’t afford to, on my quest for the future Mr Kit, whether that be a husband or boyfriend.  

Sometimes when you break your own rules, you can set yourself up for failure. You can’t know for sure how events would differ if you hadn’t stepped out of your comfort zone, but if you have faith in your own rules you’ll be sure that you haven’t compromised yourself. By doing things I wouldn’t usually do, like picking him up along the way and inadvertently accelerating the intimacy by being in a car with him, perhaps I changed the course of our fate. You just don’t know, do you?  

Either way, it’s best to make decisions for yourself based on what you can cope with, and results you can live with. Changing those at the last minute can have all sorts of results.

Xx

Kit

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Cougar Hunting

It’s a Jungle Out There and Young Guys Love Cougars

On the weekend I’m off to a function at a Melbs CBD pub that I quite like. I’m co organising it with a friend and it’s for a Meetup, and I suggested that pub because they have a band play on the weekends. It should be a great night for people who want to get out from behind their keyboards and phones and have fun with similarly minded peeps.
But, this morning I remembered another night I had there a while back.

Trophy Hunting

I’d met Sean online, as I do. We seemed to have some things in common. We both barracked for the same footy team, which is rare in this town, because my side is one of the smaller, less popular ones. That wasn’t what made me decide to meet him, but it was a good start.

When we did meet, it was at this pub for a few Friday night drinks.

He looked just like his picture, but that didn’t meant that I was all that attracted. For a scrawny bugger, he could sure put the pints away, but he was also buying my drinks- and getting the order right- which were two positives for the time being.

He set his sights on me, his next cougar- though that's not a title I accept

 

Cougar Qualities

I found that during our conversations, he would say, ‘oh you like chocolate? Tick.’ But he said it so often that I could almost picture the mental list he had in his head. And it was minor things as well as major. I’d say chocolate is minor, in this case, as it’s not exactly uncommon to like chocolate! I do the ‘tick’ thing occasionally too – in my head!! I’m not overly verbal about it, and not to the person to whom the tick applies!

Then, from across the table, he told me that if he kisses me it means we’re together. I nearly dropped my drink. How’s the presumption? And of course, quick sticks smart ass me said, “actually, I can tell you that if you kiss me it does not mean we’re together.” I must admit though, I kinda wanted him to kiss me just so I could show him that we’re were not an item.

He didn’t love my response, but then it also didn’t matter what he thought because a kiss does not a relationship make.

But another part of me wasn’t sure I wanted to kiss him. The drinks had loosened me up, and I was trying to have a good time, but I wasn’t completely sure about a pash, at that point.

All Whiskers, No Mane Event

Within minutes of the kissing convo we’d made our way to near the dance floor, now that we had a few drinks in us. The band had started, and had drawn us and plenty of others to the floor.
I was more than a bit awkward about going to the dance floor as I’d been there just 6 days earlier with a guy 45 times hotter than he was and had NO problem pashing him as soon as I could). Suddenly, Sean he was kissing me. But I tell you, hmmm, not so much. He does heaps of little bird kisses. Kinda annoying. And his goatee was a bit bristly or something. Besides, being on the same dance floor as I’d been with Hotstuff, I couldn’t help but compare the two. And, he was coming off a very distant second. Hotstuff was like a hot lion, Sean was more like a hyena hanging around, waiting to try to get into the game.

Cougar Town. She's gorgeous but I'm a gorgeous woman, not a cougar.

Coy Cub

A few minutes later when we found a booth and had a bigger pash, he didn’t really go for it. I thought, is that how he’s going to be when we shag? IF we ever shag?!! Hmmm. He got really embarrassed when some people at another booth started whooping and hollering at us but I just laughed it off. When we kissed again and they did it again I told him just to keep going. What’s the issue? Maybe he was self conscious about his kissing style. He had good reason to be, that’s for sure!
The conversation continued like a checklist. He wanted to know if I’d get all het up about a tea cup not being washed straight after it was used. Like I care?!! No, told him, who gives a rats about that stuff.

Cougar Town

Then he said I reminded him of a particular friend of his mum but that apparently I was a hybrid of several of them. My stomach turned. Hello, that’s not a compliment to a young woman! Admittedly I was about 8 years older than him, but gimme a break! When I reacted, and asked if he had a thing for older women he admitted that he’d gone out with a woman THIRTY years older than him for 3 years!! He was 19 and she turned 50 while they were together. I mean, we all have a past but what the fuck?!!
I think I was stunned speechless. I mean, come on!! It explains why he was keen on me, and didn’t mind the age gap but I suddenly felt very self conscious, and as though the whole thing had been a cougar hunt.
I don’t consider myself a cougar, and in fact, I’m often offended by it. The fact that I might occasionally be attracted to a guy who’s younger than me does not mean that I’m a cougar. The very word denotes that I’m just hanging around waiting for younger guys to hunt me and that’s far from the truth. I’m nobody’s kill, as it were. And although my name is Kit, if I’m going to be any type of cat, I’d be a gorgeous lioness.

Cuddly Cub

Anyway, he seemed fairly affectionate, and clearly he was interested in me, but I just couldn’t get past the itchy beard and strange expectations of us before we’d even started. I fully understood that he was lonely, and he’d told me that several family members had told him that he needed a girlfriend.
The next day I chatted with a mate of mine, and he said that Sean would probably be a good boyfriend. But, is it fair to keep someone around for the boyfriend experience? Sean seemed keen to do casual things like come over to watch movies (and I can tell you, it wasn’t likely to be a Netflix & Chill situation any time soon). I vaguely considered a shopping and lunch day with him because I thought it was casual enough not to be a full on date.
But in the end, I decided it just wasn’t fair to him to do that to him, and I friend zoned him instead. I can’t consciously use people, it’s just not in me. And frankly, this guy was just too odd for me and I have my own list for all the reasons I didn’t like him.

First date questions, and what turned me off

This first date reinforced to me that no matter what kind of guy crosses my path, I have to be me, and maintain my own standards. Using people isn’t me. And trying to like someone I don’t just won’t work. And it’s not fair to anyone. My time is more precious than that, and so is his.

Anyway, this time I’ll be there with good friends, and a great guy I met a little while back. His company is so wonderful that Sean will be but a moment of my past. In fact, I must tell you about him sometime…..

Xx
Kit

P.s. we did remain friends, and he, Gal Pal and a guy friend of mine, and I went out for New Years Eve. We all hung out together but then as midnight approached, we hit the dance floor. And, would you believe it, within minutes he’d scored himself a pash. WITH A GUY. They went home together, and when I texted him the next day to check he was okay (as far as I know he’d never been with a guy) he didn’t reply, and I never heard from him again. Wowser!

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Never Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

My encounter with this guy started the same way lots of them do- online.

He was nice enough, and he had a different look about him than the guys I usually date. We single women always tread the line of staying true to our preferences but always me29-07-17-coneheadseting the same guys over and over, or stepping over into the alternative, and trying someone new and seeing if we can get a different result.

He fell in the latter category, and so I was trying to see if I could be attracted to a different type. In his pic, he had a cap on, and that’s about a 99% chance that there’s nothing underneath, or very little anyway. I know guys wear caps for a number of reasons, but when he chooses that pic for his profile pic, it usually reveals what he’s trying to hide.

Now, let me remind you: bald is not my thing. But I’ve met plenty of great guys who are bald. It’s just that as a first attractor, that’s not it. So, while we got to know each other online, I had his possible baldness in the back of my mind.

As always, it’s not just about visuals, and we got along on a number of topics, one being writing. He’s got a few writing gigs in the works, and of course, I have this, so that was very cool. I don’t always tell guys that I date, about my blog, but in this case, as it was a positive and common area, it seemed prudent. I mean, that’s an opportunity I don’t want to pass up, being able to talk about what’s a huge area of my life, with someone I could commence a relationship with.

There were some downsides too, but my ‘list’ is flexible in some areas when there’s another that is magnified. So, having a guy with whom I can talk about my writing meant that him temporarily living with his parents was slightly less important.

Gradually we got to the point of meeting up, and as we lived not too far away from each other, we were easily able to choose a hotel to go to.

I arrived early, as I do, and went into the gaming room because I figured they’d have my drink in there. I was waiting to approach the bar and I heard a guy ask if I was Kit. I turned, and I’d been standing next to that guy and hadn’t recognised him. Bald confirmed! Bald confirmed! Gosh, that was a shock.

I confirmed my identity, and we did the ‘nice to meet you’ thing, and then he said, “I’ve got you something.” I looked down and he had a gift bag dangling in his hand. What the?

He gave it t29-07-17o me, and it was a bottle of my fave drink (that I was queuing for) and a little bottle of Baileys. He said, it’s to replace the one you broke.

That was super sweet, as during our chats I’d mentioned that previously I’d dropped a bottle of my Galliano after just buying it from Dan’s. It had dropped in the driveway, onto the cement and had shattered into a billion pieces, and I’d been devastated! Hello, it’s delish, who wouldn’t be?

I hadn’t been clear as to when that had happened, because it didn’t matter to the rest of the conversation, but it had happened about 15 years before! Nevertheless, it was really sweet that he’d taken notice of my story, and had wanted to replace it. Very sweet indeed, and I told him so as I thanked him.

The only trouble was, that this put me in a difficult spot. I’m by no means the type of woman who thinks that if a guy buys her dinner, that she has to shag him. No way, no sir. But, this got awkward really quickly.

I asked him if he thought I should take the gift to the car, but what I really was thinking was that if I took it to the car, I could jump in and not come back.

But, I’m nicer than that, so I clutched the bag to my side and we went to the bar and began our date. It was really clear to me though, that I wasn’t interested. Seeing him in person confirmed to me that I just wasn’t attracted to him. The happy smiley face which I’d seen in his pics was still there, but above it was a surface not unlike the characters’ in Coneheads. I just couldn’t see myself becoming more attracted to him.

Maybe I should have had one drink and left, but the sight of the bag sitting next to me on the bench made me stay.

I kept reminding myself, that it was his choice to bring me a gift, and that regardless of his intentions (or lack of), that had nothing to do with me, and my attraction to him (or lack of). He’s a nice guy, and I had no trouble chatting with him while we drank so I didn’t mind staying and talking with him.

Then he suggested we get some dinner, and then I really was put in a spot. But it was dinner time and I was getting hungry, so I agreed. I’d bought us a round, though he’d not wanted me to, and I was happy to buy my dinner but he wouldn’t let me. Okay, not much I could do about that, so I just enjoyed the dinner and the company. But the whole time, I was thinking, it’s a dinner, a few hours, but I’ll never see him again. I hated thinking those thoughts, and I hated sitting there while I had them, but I was weighing up how I’d extricate myself, and what I’d say, and I wasn’t quite ready for that.

During our date, while he was at the bar, I was texting my sisters with pics of the present and getting their opinions. One thought I should shag him immediately- no thank you! So old school. Both thought it was nice of him. Agreed.

After dinner, he mentioned meeting up again, and I was honest, that I didn’t see anything romantic happening between us. I hated saying it, and the bag beside me seemed to be 300metres high, but I had to. I didn’t offer him the gift back either. I can only assume that he gave it with pure intentions, and that he wouldn’t want it- besides, very few people drink Galliano! He took the news well, which showed great character on his part. Frankly, I didn’t like saying it any more than he might have liked hearing it.

I had to remind myself of his pure intentions again when we left the pub and it came to light that while he’d gotten the train to the pub, I’d driven, and was parked in the train station’s car park! As we headed toward my car, I didn’t offer him a lift, even though I could have. It might have been a polite thing to do, but he lived much further out than I did, and I would have needed to drive passed my house to his.

And, to be honest, if I’m not interested in someone, and I’ve just told them so, I don’t think it’s a good idea to have him in my car. My safety and security are paramount, and I don’t know him well enough to know what he’s really like when he’s digested news like that. I’m not assuming he was in love with me or a violent man, but I was looking after myself, and not being alone in a car with a guy who was a stranger up until an hour or so before, is doing just that.

So I thanked him for coming out, told him it was nice to meet him, and jumped in my car.

Stepping outside of what I usually go for wasn’t a bad thing, but it did remind me that I know what I like, and I shouldn’t force myself outside of that box without good reason.

And the Galliano tasted amazing as always.

Xx

Kit

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Swoonfest in Sydney- part three

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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