Dating Kit

Adventures of a Single Girl…

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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Sizzling Sydney and Drunkie Skunkies~ part two.

As I said in Sizzling in Sydney , I’d managed to add an extra night on to a work trip to Sydney, and I was making the most of it by going out and trying to meet people- preferably guys!

Before I went back to the hotel, I decided to just pop into that bar downstairs again, and see if it had kicked up a gear or not.

Well, it had, but there was no dancing or frivolity. It was still just people who were having drinks with mates. For a Friday night, it was pretty dismal, really. Maybe they just have a different type of fun in Sydney?

And it was still bright! 08-06-17Earlier, I’d been to a ‘nightclub’ which was up a heap of stairs. I’d found it online, as there was a Meetup happening there. So, I felt a bit more comfortable going up to an unknown venue when there were people I would ‘know’ there. Plus, from the foot of the stairs I was actually able to see what was going on upstairs, so I felt much better about it.

But, the place was lit like daylight! Every light in the house was on, and I could see everything about everyone! In Melbourne, there’s a degree of, ‘no one will see if my shoes don’t quite go well with this dress,’ but here, everyone could see everything. And it wasn’t pretty. I mean, if I wanted to pick up in broad daylight, I’d just go out during the day!

And, what’s with the pillar in the middle of the dance floor? Is that for when you’re so drunk you can’t stand up but you won’t give up the d-floor? Or maybe a pillar pash? God, watching people pash on in broad daylight is not something I relish. And you couldn’t help but see it in this place!

That wasn’t the only strange thing. There was a Chinese restaurant in there. What the? Friday night during Mardi Gras in Sydney, and the restaurant side was going great guns. The venue was pretty big, and it had a lot of people in it but it was by no means packed out. Yet again. What a trend. Perhaps I was in the ‘wrong’ end of Sydney.

So back at the place next08-06-17b door, I found a spot and sat down on my own, but this time I’d managed to get a table which was in the main part of the room.

After a couple of minutes, I noticed some guys opposite checking me out. One of them was kinda cute so I was vaguely interested.

And, as luck would have it, he was feeling plucky, so he came over to chat. Yay!! Finally someone with a bit of life and chutzpah!

We talked a little footy, (NRL was on the telly, Go Storm!) and what he was up to with his mates after a long week. And sure enough, he invited me to join them.

This brought up a bit of indecision for me. I’m well keen to be invited to join in, as I’m very up for meeting new people, but I always worry that I won’t get along with them, or won’t like them, and then I’ll have to figure out a way of extricating myself from their little group. And, how do I know when it’s time to leave them to it? So many issues!

But after a minute of worry, I agreed and got up to join the table. His friends were nice, two guys who were younger than him, maybe late 20s, early 30s. The guy who asked me over was easily in his 40s, definitely my kind of age.

I had a lovely chat with the other two guys, but it very quickly became apparent that the guy who’d had the guts to come over to me was actually trying to show off to his mates, and had had more than a belly full of beer along the way. In his attempts to get to know me, he almost immediately went to talking about sex, and that’s not my deal at all.

I’m up for it, and could well have been up for it with him if I’d been at the same drunk point that he was, and we’d met under slightly different circumstances. But bailing me up in front of his mates, and the wife of one, who had arrived at the pub shortly after I’d joined the table, wasn’t going to get him what he wanted.

I tried to laugh it off, and roped in his mates so that I could figure out if this was a joke or really him, and they pretty much confirmed he was a randy guy who was really up for it. Yeah, nah.

If only he knew how close that room was, if only he’d played his cards better. I’m always going to want to be wooed, regardless of how drunk and horny the guy is. I’m me, and I’ll not do things your way, just for the sake of a shag. I want to feel good about it, and taking that horny teenager of a grown man home wouldn’t have felt good. He probably wouldn’t have been able to get it up anyway.

Besides, I was staying in Sydney the extra night because I’d set myself up a meeting in the morning, and there was no way this guy who was becoming less appealing by the minute, was going to cause me to miss it.

So, I packed up my stuff, and headed off to my room to console myself with Cobbs Cheddar Popcorn and glass bottled Coke. But once again, that wasn’t quite the end of the day.

Xx Kit

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Sizzling in Sydney

I was in Sydney recently. I had to go there for work, and managed to add on an extra night for myself. Both nights, I tried to use my online dating apps to find someone to hang out with.

If you know me, when I say ‘hang out with,’ I mean go out for a few drinks, see the town and have some company while I’m in Sydney. It doesn’t mean sex, necessarily, and certainly not off the bat.

I asked the concierge in my hotel for recommendations of places to go which would be lively and happening. He recommended a pub next door.

I popped in and found that the bar was open, and staffed, and it had some customers in there, but it had really bad atmosphere. It was like being in someone’s lounge room with people sitting around a bar in the corner. The lighting was terrible, far too lit and bright. It was soulless. Apparently there was a nightclub attached, upstairs, next door, something like that. But if I wanted to go and party, I sure wouldn’t want to be in that building. The signage was confusing, and it looked like, as opposed to the too bright and open bar, the club was up and behind and I wouldn’t have felt comfortable going upstairs when I don’t really know where I’m going, especially on my own.

So I headed out to try to find better options. I’m not afraid to go out on my own, even though it’s not my fave thing.

When I’m out and about during the day, shopping or wherever, I always meet people, I’m super friendly and chatty.

But at night, it’s a b02-06-17-cit different. I’ve said it before, it’s not like in the movies. A woman doesn’t just sit at the bar and have a hot man walk in and offer to buy her a drink, and keep her company. If it’s a movie, they end up going back to someone’s hotel and have crashing into walls sex.

Instead, I went from bar to bar, and found empty room after empty room. Where the hell was everyone? I’m great company but I don’t really need to talk to myself; I’m there to meet other people. So it doesn’t matter how friendly and chatty I am, if there’s nobody to bloody talk to!!

A Thursday night in Melbourne CBD would find bars full! At least, they’d be half full. There’d be options.  Rather, I found myself repeatedly sitting at a table on my own with no one to talk to. I’d try to talk to the bar staff, and they were usually friendly and polite.

But I was out to meet people, and no matter how nice the staff are, they have a job to do, and they can’t stay there and chat with me indefinitely. I didn’t need to get laid, or even just pick up, I just wanted to be social and make new friends in a new town. I have the potential to be in Sydney more and more, and it would be really nice to have people to hang out with, guys or girls. It truly was horrendo.

It didn’t help that it was a rainy night, but I was in a different city, it was a warm night (read: muggy) so I was keen to see the sights as best I could, well, those not too far from my hotel, anyway. I might be keen, but I’m not stupid. If I’m not familiar with the city, I’m not going to roam too far on my own.

I found some really cool sights, like all these gorgeous fairy lights, and amazing stairs which lit up and changed as you watched. I was hypnotised by them! But I was practically the only one there to enjoy them.

While I was out, I was keeping an eye on my online apps, to see who was out and about. If someone was out, and was my kinda type, I could have met him for a drink. But no one was out. And those who were chatty, offered to meet me- at my hotel. That’s so not my thing.

Why is it so hard to find someone to spend time and a few drinks, without it HAVING to include sex? Since when do people not want go out and just have a good time?

So you can imagine what happened; I stayed out for a few drinks by myself and went home to my hotel alone. Having a stranger come to meet me at my hotel didn’t happen. That’s not my thing. It never has been, and it never will be.  I was tipsy, after a late night of very little sleep the night before, a crazy early flight, and a long day of hard work. I was proud of myself for sticking to my morals, but I was disappointed that to have some fun, I’d need to lower them. I never want to lower them.

The next day, after a good night’s sleep, I went to work, and hoped that the day would have a different outcome than the previous.

I made contact with some new guys online, and tried to make some plans. But it seemed that everyone only wanted to meet if there was a guarantee of a shag. Nope, not going to happen.

So instead, I started looking for Meetups that I could go along to. I found two and they were not far from my hotel, so I had high hopes that I could go along to those and make some friends.

But that night, it was raining- again!! Trying to get out and about but not get drowned, I ducked next door again to start the night off.01-06-17

Once again, it was lit like a bland Christmas, so bright but not lively. There were a lot more people this time but it was still kinda boring. I managed to find a free table, which happened to be in a corner. It had unattended glasses of beer on it, so I approached the table next to it and asked if it was free. This table had 5 guys sitting at it, enjoying drinks and waiting for their dinner. One of them, who happened to be the one to talk to me, was super cute and friendly.

But soon enough, he went back to his conversation with his mates.

So I sat in the corner and drank my drink, and eventually ordered some dinner. It was still raining, so I couldn’t go anywhere, and decided to stay. I’d had to work a miracle on my hair after two days of manual labour on hot muggy days, and constant humid rain in the air. But I was out, and I needed to maintain the miracle while trying to make the most of the time away.02-06-17-b

I wanted to leapfrog down to the other pub where the Meetup was, but it just rained and rained. So I had dinner, and tried to keep my spirits up. Apart from the occasional comment to and from the table beside me, there was no contact from anyone else in that bar.

Eventually the rain subsided and I headed out. I went to the Meetup venue but I couldn’t find anyone from the group. Everyone was in groups, and it’s awfully hard to walk up to a group and join in, especially when they’re sitting down. I hit the bar and met a guy who worked for Google. That was kinda cool but I think he was about 17, so that was a dead end.

Then I headed to other places, and I found that while there were more people out this night, it still wasn’t easy being out on my own.

I went back to some bars from the night before, but again, it wasn’t exactly friendly.

As a woman, you can go to the toilet and make friends. Not in Sydney. Those women were in and out, but in Melbourne it’s like the toilet is its own party zone.

I hit the street again and looked for some clubs or other bars. But architecture in Sydney is different. It’s full of nooks and crannies, and nightclubs seem to be upstairs most of the time. We have that in Melbourne, but I guess I’ve heard of them before, so even if I haven’t been there, I’d feel comfy going in. But not here.

So again, I ended up going back to my hotel alone, exhausted and a bit annoyed that I hadn’t found anyone to hang out with. I was ready for a good night’s sleep, but the night wasn’t quite as over as I thought.

Xx Kit

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Getting some flamin’ hot cabana boy action- Holiday for one tales

My first day on my own in Cairns was grey but warm. I hadn’t made any plans or booked into any tours. I was lucky enough to wake up with a lovely young man, but after he applied some sunscreen to my back and went on his way and left me to it. We joked that I’d need someone to sunscreen me later on, as I’d already been fairly burnt two days prior and was still suffering! I wonder if he realised that my side of the joke was more wishful thinking than jesting?

I was defo keen to get out and about to see Cairns on my own, but also wanted to relax. It had been a big few days and lying by the pool sounded good to me.05-03-17a

I took my book along with me and headed downstairs. I could see the pool from my room and knew it was empty. When I got there, it was still empty and I had my pic of lounge chairs and cabanas. Of course, I wanted to soak up some rays while I had full sunscreen protection!

The water was chilly so I didn’t go in. Such a shame. The pool’s on a roof about 4 stories up but the water hadn’t warmed up enough for me to go in, and it wasn’t that hot that I needed to go in to cool off. Unfortunate temperature trickery, that!

And thus, my first day was spent lounging around, turning at regular intervals and reading and writing. I was determined, however, that I would pounce upon the very first person who came down to the pool – to ask them to sunscreen me, of course!

Lucky for me, the first one who came along was a dishy young guy. Well, hellooooo. He went into a cabana on the opposite side of the pool. I couldn’t see his face very well, what with the sun in my sunglasses and him being somewhat indoors, but I knew his bod was divine.

I’ll admit, it took me a little while to get up the courage to go over to him. Let’s be honest, when I promised myself I’d pounce on the first person, I didn’t a) necessarily expect anyone to rock up and b) never would have expected it would be a delish young man!

But, I decided a deal was a deal and I was on holiday and wanted to take every chance that came my way. So I dragged myself off my wooden lounge chair as elegantly as I could and grabbed my sunscreen and set off for the far side of the pool.05-03-17

When I arrived at his cabana, he’d taken his top off and was sunscreening himself. And holy cow, it was worth the trip. We got talking and he told me he’d been badly burnt so was staying indoors. We actually compared sunburn. Can you believe it? Anyway, he was only too happy to slather on some sunscreen on my body, and I can tell you, I was only too happy to let him.

Sunscreening was accompanied by brief convo about what we were doing in Cairns, during which he told me he was there as part of a group of performers. Righteo!! Wasn’t too sure about all of that and he didn’t seem to want to go into it, but if it involved getting his gear off, I figured he’d do pretty well. I thanked him and joked that I’d see him later, if we recognised each other with clothes on. He loved it.

I headed back to my lounge chair for a little while and then headed upstairs to change and to get on with the rest of my day.

When I was leaving the hotel, I went downstairs in the lift and who was there? That guy, and a mate. They were sitting in the foyer. I went over to say howdy, and said, weren’t you? And he laughed before he had a chance to explain, his friend said, “oh, you’re the sexy woman he met at the pool!” I was kinda stunned but of course I agreed, and then explained about the clothes on part; he thought it was pretty hilares too, but then he went on to say that they’re ‘partners’ who are strippers and are performing at the Convention Centre for a tools exhibition.

Now, regular readers would who’ve read, Let your words be anything but emptyknow how much I hate that word because of its ambiguous nature. The mate asked me to the pub but frankly, I kinda felt like it was an empty invite and that he was making fun of me; nor did I know which bits were true and which were jokes. So I said I might pop in on my way back from shopping, which is where I was heading.

When I came back from shopping and was getting ready to head out to dinner, I heard some ruckus down at the pool. Stepping out onto my tiny balcony, I saw that my pool boy was down there with that guy, another guy and two women, and they were rehearsing! The guys were fire throwers and the women were dancing. There were no flames poolside, but I could see that it would be a good show. The music was great. One of the girls really stood out, as a fantastic dancer. Pool guy still looked pretty good, but wasn’t quite a natural dancer. But who doesn’t love a guy who’s highly coordinated with his hands? I know I do! And all that fire twirling had sure paid off in the body department! That explains that. Grooooowww.

I kinda hoped I’d run into him again when he was solo, and that way I could feel out (in more ways than one) if he was available or really was partnered up with his mate.

But, unfortunately, the next time I saw him was with the whole gang and there was no way I was going to approach after the way his mate had been.

It’s fine though, I’d given myself a goal, and gone for it, and thus had had a brief but hands on interaction by the pool with a delish young man. Go me! And you know, not every guy you meet has to become something. Sometimes it’s really nice just to have a chat, or a little flirtation.

Xx Kit

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