Up to Date 89 and reminiscing…
On the home stretch to 100, I thought I would recap on my journey so far…
Someone, once dared suggest I had made some of the dates up, if only my mind was so creative. Sadly, every date reported is fact. I have dated a few more in between however some were not even blog worthy.
Anywhere between 20-50 years old, all walks of life, professions, nationalities and home states of Australia...
It kicked off early with Date 1 & Date 9 living together… neither knew and nor did I, at the time.
Repeating the coincidental story to Date 16, dug a deeper hole for myself as it turned out he too was in the same soccer team as Date 1 & Date 9. Perfect, three in one team! Not awkward at all.
The most popular profession amongst the dates so far has been Graphic Designers. I have well and truly established, they are not my ideal match.
Plenty of wealthy and successful older businessmen, unlike young unemployed Date 86 who turned up with no money... yet we were on date.
Date 12, I introduced to my good friend… i am sure engagement is on the cards.
Date 13, I knew he was gay before he did. He is now happy with his Boyfriend, I am still single.
I’ve had a reformed drug addict and a reformed alcoholic, 2 x international sports players… all individual people of course.
Date 80 and 86 were the best looking… it only took me 79 dates to get a bit of eye candy on the tally board.
I broke the rules with Date 28, but had lots of fun. He asked me to move in on the second date. Yes, he did. No, I didn’t. He ended up being a friendly stalker. Such thing!?
Dates 48, 61 and 82 were all contenders… sadly it was only a one way match. My way… in this case, it was the highway.
Date 76 was the youngest of the lot, however he graciously bought me sex toys on the second encounter. As you do.
Date 56 by far the worst – a life coach. What a knob!
How can we forget Date 62 who shut down his entire bar for me… It all fell apart from there on in. Or at least he did.
I loved it when Date 47 pulled out his Velcro surf brand wallet in a fine dining restaurant to pay the bill. The sound of velcro, you know!
Bathroom announcements have been original; “Im going for a Whizza” – Date 35, “Excuse me whilst I relieve myself” – Date 39.
4 x dates have been identified by fellow blog followers… they too have dated them and were able to recognise the dates by my precise descriptions… THAT is an indication!!
Date 60 was a first, a 3 way date and instead I fancied his friend! Typical.
Date 87 was hilarious, even though his gum fell out of his mouth and he wore hot pink SHORT football shorts.
Date 49 was the best kisser – shame I don't kiss and tell. You would love to know!
After all, I am such a private person...
3 x dates have referred to me as Devil wears Prada… Thank you for the compliment… I mean complex.
It looks like Date 6 and Date 88, could end up working for me. Could be interesting. For them.
Well as the Australian Muso, Date 73 said “YOLO”
And ain’t that the truth!!
12 Dates to go....
Perfect. Date 88...
20 minutes past... No where to be seen. I stood still.
Lost and found. Whilst kissing me hello, over my shoulder he had recognized people.
(The only words spoken so far were "I'm so sorry, I am lucky to have found you here, it's so busy")
Without any further comment, he just walked off... 'excuse me I am just going to say hello', didn't spring to mind.
I was huffing and puffing, about to blow the Opera House down.
Teeth grinding, sign, not good.
Now on a 4 way date with his cousins smirking at me.
30 years old, English, now Aussie, Chef, tall, on the cusp of lanky.
Anymore relaxed and he would have been horizontal.
Devoted to meditation. The 'chime' word made no sense to me. Spiritual, I ain't.
Before every statement, sentence, opinion, "I'm not gong to lie to you"... It made me think he was lying.
In and out of relationships often, a warm heart... needs to get his life together. The type of character people would naturally like... For a little while... then he just drives you insane. Totally.
Sad but true.. And yet he doesn't know why...
Genuinely tried to be a gentleman... Criticized himself, and was disappointed if he forgot to open the door or do the 'right' thing on a date.
Friends we could be. Anything more, we couldn't.
My battery is dying... Not long to go.
Date... 6/10... Interest... 5/10
23 years old, originally a country farm boy, boarded at the closest coastal town. Surfer, Tradie, On a boys cricket trip to the "big smoke".
Lobby bar again. In he walks. Hot pink football shorts (possibly... in his eyes, could be worn as board shorts) thongs, a singlet and.... At 8pm... Sunglasses around his neck, the BACK of his neck. Dare I say it, he looked like he had just come from a festival. Dear god. All of a sudden I felt unwell.
He thanked the bar tender with a "cheers dig"... I had never heard of such thing.
Was amazed by the glass lifts and said he might take a ride in one later...Asked if Paris Hilton owned the hotel because it was the same name... "wait till I tell the boys", he genuinely couldn't wait... So he text them.
Responded to everything I said with "true?" or "you're smart"... This whilst sweeping his fringe to the side.
Endearingly called me "fuck head" more than once... I guess this was a compliment... Similar to his "you dress nice and shit" comment.
Asked if he could tell me a funny story which started with, "we went to KFC, I love KFC..."
Surfer body, surfer skin, surfer good looking... has possibly hit his head on a few too many rocks, all the same, lots of fun!
The more vodka and lemonade's he had, the funnier he became.
He was chewing gum... It fell out of his mouth. Such a refined character.
Actually a really nice guy... With very little clue. Loved my dating blog... However of course took the piss and proceeded to review himself on any little mistake he made... Not so little.
Date... 8/10... Interest... 5/10