It's really difficult to write one of these when you know that the person who you're writing about, is going to be reading it. But if I can write date reports about some of the frikkin' losers I've been out with over the last couple of years, surely I can write about him.
So here I go...
It all started a couple of months ago (wow..only a couple of months?). Another blogger mentioned his blog, and I took a look. I commented on his post (about dating). He commented on my most recent post (about dating) and next thing we're blog buddies. Next comes the outrageous Facebook banter (not limited to me mind you - apparently no-one with a vagina is safe!) and after a few emails - he asks me out.
Of course I tell him he's crazy. I'm in Perth, he's in Sydney plus he's really not my usual type so seriously...what's the point? But then my usual type isn't fucking working for me is it?! He's very charming and we're already developing a nice friendship..so I accept. What's the worst that can happen?
He phoned me for the first time that night - we spoke for two hours.
So...then there's the four.......weeks. What started out as a fun idea with nothing to lose, soon turned into something quite unexpected and I found myself emotionally invested in the outcome (and I knew he felt the same way). Many, many phone calls, emails and texts (he writes a beautiful email...shit he writes a beautiful text for that matter and I know I'm probably going to embarrass him here by saying that he's quite possibly the most romantic man I have ever met).
Fuck...and that says a lot, 'cos this is where I usually BOLT.... and I didn't.
I knew he was still pretty much doing the 'single guy' thing over there. Hey, it didn't thrill me but to be honest I'd prefer that, to me being the first woman after his wife - you all know my thoughts on 'fresh meat' by now. So...it's ok.
So..shit I'd better actually write about THE DATE!
After a build up that nearly frikkin' killed me he arrived in Perth. Our date was set for 7pm on the Saturday night. We'd agreed that even if we totally repulsed each other...we'd greet each other with a kiss on the lips. Seriously....and I know this shit 'cos I've been on a LOT of 'blind' dates, you NEVER know 'til they are standing in front of you. You can't fake chemistry and we both knew it.
But it was not a problem :o)
One kiss and that was it.
We caught a taxi up to Kings Park, a beautiful spot overlooking the city. Fuck....how long have we been holding hands? (I don't do that).
Our relationship to date had been lots and lots of talking. We really enjoyed each other. So, we both thought our first date would be an extension of that.
But there was kissing.
Kissing at the Whispering Wall. Kissing at the War Memorial Lookout. Kissing on the park bench (and there were fireworks.....no ACTUAL for real fireworks across the river).
Seriously...it was a Kissofuckinrama! How old are we again? Actually, I do recall a 'milkshake break' in there somewhere but then it was just straight back to the kissing.
We finally dragged ourselves off to a nice wine bar where we did manage some chatting...and more hand holding (oh god who IS this person?). And then...back to his hotel.
No. I'm not telling so I think we'd better...
*insert elevator music here*
I caught a taxi home about 2am. What? Well of course not. I don't do sleepovers on a first date...remember?
Part 2 of our date commenced mid morning on the Sunday, although unfortunately I wasn't quite ready when he arrived and was still in my bathrobe...
*yada yada yada* (that one's for you Nic!)
The weather was beautiful so we shared some fish and chips down at the foreshore and then I apparently fell asleep on the couch in front of the MOST BORING MOVIE EVER.
He got to meet the brats a little later. It was nice :o)
He caught a taxi back to his hotel later that night. And, that was the last time we kissed. He flew out on the Monday.
Holy crap just had to have a little cry baby break then...so where was I?
Oh yeah... he left.
But, we have made plans to see each other again. We're doing it. For as long as it feels right.
And it does feel right.
EDIT - shut up.