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. 

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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.

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.