Jumping in

Well well well… where have I been? I’ve been seeing a guy but it’s died already (not him, I didn’t murder him… the relationship has died).

Our first date was nothing out of the ordinary. We went to meet at a bar on a Sunday afternoon and it wasn’t opened, so we went on a bit of a pub crawl until we finally found somewhere open. He was very easy to talk to. He came back to my house, we watched Netflix, we didn’t chill, we made out, it was very nice.

That was 8 weeks ago. It was going well but he had some issues, I had one. I felt like he wasn’t very good at communicating.

Anyway I had to call it after he went awol from some mental health issues, which is so fine, I’m not a monster, I knew this going in and was fine with it but I couldn’t read his mind. Basically after sleeping with someone for a couple of months and talking to them daily it’s not okay to just drop off the face of the planet and also make effort from your mates. I must remember my worth and had to shut it down.

Bit of a kick in the teeth. Did I think he was “the one”? No. Did I like his company? Yes. So feeling a bit lonely and honestly not that interested in dating anyone else right now. We’ll see.

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What’s love got to do, got to do with it? 

I went on a date on Wednesday night. He was lovely and easy to talk to. We got a drink, then he suggested dinner and he drove me home. He added me on Facebook shortly after and asked me out last night. Except by out it ended up being in at his place. I said let’s go out and do something fun but in the end he just wanted to go to his place. The predictable thing happened. 

I really thought this one has keeper qualities. I know I could’ve left and not slept with him but I kind of resigned myself to the fact that’s all he was interested in. 

What a shame. My heart hurts a little from this one. 

Welp, I fucked up

So the dude from the last post didn’t text me the following week as he said he would. I messaged him and eventually we got onto that he’d be going to a gig with some friends. To me it was a very “I’m just not that into you” response. My housemates said maybe that’s how he sees a 2nd date going and other excuses but I know in my gut, if he wanted to see me, he’d have made it happen. 

Due to a terrible choice in showing the wrong person at work some attention my self confidence hit an all time low on the night of the gig. 

After being pursuaded by my friend to go to see the band (she and her husband came with me). I awkwardly avoided eye contact and never spoke to the guy and went home feeling really embarrassed and ashamed. 

I felt like this dude was too cool for me and if he wanted to see me, he’d have made it happen. I did not feel worthy of him. 

So long story short I’ve acted like a bloody weirdo and am home before 11 on a Friday night feeling very unlovable and thinking I need a break from dating for a while. Dear god, I fucked it! 

You’re as cool as ice

So I went on a first date last night. I had only been speaking to this guy on Tinder over the weekend. Very minimal chat but I liked what I saw, I asked him out and he said let’s get the drink the next night. 

I was a bit anxious when I got to the pub for said date because his photos were pretty inconsistent on Tinder, hair lengths and facial hair were very different in each picture. I felt his first profile picture had very strong Kurt Cobain vibes 6 weeks before he died (I was into that) so I wasn’t 100% sure who I was looking for.

I had pretty low expectations (for reasons unknown) but they were well and truely met. I just really enjoyed talking to him, it was easy. I did the cardinal sin of talking about past lovers on a first date but talking about past experiences is fun. 

This gentleman was well and truely far cooler than I. He seemed to have a lot of cool, intense and interesting things happen in his life which I’m sure I just touched the surface of. I on the other hand, am not cool and will try to hide said fact for as long as possible!

We talked until the pub staff turned the lights on and wanted to go home. At the end he said let’s catch up next week and I hope we do. 

Too fast, too shit

So I went on a date on a public holiday. The guy was from Melbourne but after a truely horrible experience with my ex this weekend I was happy to go out with anyone even if there was no long term prospects.

The guy was cute but a bit nerdier than his tinder photos indicated. The first hour was easy to talk. The guy was driving so only had one drink which I think didn’t help for a long night

I decided to have another drink. When I came back he wouldn’t stop talking about The Fast and The Furious franchise. It was weird. I said that I hadn’t seen any which also didn’t help. I don’t care about The Rock I’m affraid.

The bar staff come over and told us that they needed the table in an hour, I said we’d go and he offered us a shot and we were like “don’t worry about it.” I used this time to escape the ongoing Vin Diesel talk and get the hell out of there. The bar dude came back with two shots. My date said no cause he was driving, a tipsy table next to us started egging me on so I had two shots and walked home alone, a bit tipsy and my heart in a lot of pain because of another man.

Dateless in Seattle

So last night I was meant to go on a coffee date, dude cancelled because of work.

I was meant to go on a date tonight with a different dude. We arranged it last week, I messaged him last night to see if we’re still on. He hasn’t replied. I can see he’s been online today but obviously doesn’t feel the need to respond.

Now this doesn’t normally happen to me, guys normally keep first dates. I am feeling pretty low already and this is a kick in the teeth but the reality is I don’t even know these guys, they owe me nothing. This is the downfall of online dating, there is no obligation to treat strangers with respect.

Hopefully I have something new to add here soon (mainly that I’m engaged to Jake Gyllenhaal)!

 

The Terrible Two’s

So last night, just over a week after I went on my first date with this guy, I went on date number two. The communication leading up to  the date was not great on his behalf, he didn’t respond for days at a time on the dating app so I wasn’t sure what exactly was happening but we got there in the end.

We went to the movies at a place where I went with my ex. I remember the date with my ex  was about date 4 and I had already started to full down the lust trap so I was in a very different place.

The guy rocked up to the movies about 5 minutes before it started which was fine but he was flustered and said something about the traffic. Then when we went to pay for the tickets I volunteered to pay as he bought the drinks on the first date. Though my $6 champagne was a bit more of a bargain then the $22.00 movie tickets.

We sat down and we chatted a bit but it’s hard in a room full of people and then the previews started to play and it was all over. We saw Kong Skull Island, whilst he suggested the film, I didn’t hold it against him but it was genuinely one of the worst films I had ever seen which I thought would be a good conversation starter for after the movie but he felt the need to defend it. We walked down the street and it was a bit awkward, conversation wasn’t flowing so I asked him to drop me home, he seemed anxious “how far away is it?” He said he hadn’t been in the city for a long time. I live and work in the CBD so that perplexes me a bit but also I live in one of the smallest CBD’s in Australia, it really isn’t intimidating (well I sure as shit don’t think so). As we drove home I felt like the date had turned into an interview, me asking him questions, he in turn not really asking me any.

When he dropped me home he didn’t park properly in a park so I just jumped out with neither of us seeming particularly happy.

If he asked me on another date I would probably go for the sake of this experiment but I wouldn’t be looking forward to it.

I feel like I’m getting over my ex much quicker now but it’s so hard for me not to compare our second date. We spent all day together, there were no awkward pauses and we stayed up all night laughing, chatting and fucking. That was the best date of my life. Must try and stop reminiscing about it and stop comparing. Fingers crossed.

Welcome to date number one

Hello friends, well-wishers and haters.

I am a 30 year old Australian girl who just got dumped in one of those crushing scenes and by “just” I mean like 2 months ago and by “dumped” I mean the guy I was sleeping with who I really, really liked, told me he didn’t want to be in a relationship with me. So currently I am pretty heartbroken, even though I probably shouldn’t be. This week I finally started to come to terms with the fact I need to start moving on because I’m sure this has barely affected my ex whilst I’m letting it consume my thoughts, so to that end I’m going to fuck my problems away… No, not really but I am going to get back on the dating horse. I know I’m not in the best head space to fine “the one” but I am definitely willing to give it a go and hope for happy or at least funny results.

Last night I went one date number one post break up. I recently got recommended to use the dating app Plenty of Fish (no I’m not getting paid to plug them, yes, I’ll take money from them) and I found myself a fish who I hope is not smelly, smiley or scaley. We’ll call him A. A’s profile informs me that he is 30, 6 foot (I like em tall, fish and men), is thin, is looking for a relationship and wants children, all good shit to know. On Tinder you don’t get this type of information and it’s difficult to ask for it, so a lot of the heavy lifting is out the way.

I initiate contact because I have no shame and I’m pretty confident, I’ve gone on lots of first dates. We chat only for about a week, he’s pretty slow to reply so I just go for the kill and ask him if he’d like to get a drink. He says two days he’s free and a suggested suburb which I immediate like, he’s taken some charge. He further suggests a pub I like so an added bonus point.

I get to the pub and he’s already there, I didn’t mean to be late but I also secretly think it’s good to be a tad late for a date, that’s probably some old wives tale bullshit but I think it works. We order drinks and he buys a Coopers Light mid way through the media shit storm. Shit is this guy religious or anti-gay marriage?! He doesn’t seem that way and I mock him for his choice but it does break some of the tension.

We talk for an hour and a half over one drink each, we’re both driving and such responsible citizens! He is cute, nerdy but is giving good eye contact which I really like. I feel a 7 out of 10 for chemistry which is pretty good in my book. All the 10 out of 10s have ended in tears, so 7 seems like a happy medium. By the end of the date I’m getting a bit bored and decide to end it. I don’t hold that against him, it’s fair enough to run out of great banter with someone I’ve just met.

My biggest criticism is he is wearing a crapload of aftershave, if we ever make it to a 27th date, I’ll tell him then to tone it down.

As we leave I give him a hug and he says he’ll leave it up to me if I want to contact him again. I didn’t like that, it was a bit of a pussy thing to say. Use your balls dude, you never know things might turn out alright and I might suck on said balls! I said okay. Went home and messaged him and said I had a good night and would like to see him again, he said he felt the same. Will a 2nd date actually take place? Only time will tell.