It seems an age since I’ve seen you, Countdown as the weeks trickle into days
For those of you persistent enough to keep checking back - thanks! I can't even contemplate how I let things go so long between posts. Trust me, it isn't because I have been so swept off my feet with life or romance.
So when last we caught up with moi, I had just been on a speed dating event and had a match-up. Well, the gentleman of concern and I, did indeed meet for a date. It seems so obvious to me, but apparently no so obvious to men today, that a first date should be relatively short, well planned and be the best possible way to enhance your new dates personality. I met this fellow, after he begged off picking somewhere, for brunch. I love brunch. Frankly, I love it so much that I will happily eat out Saturday and Sunday, by myself, with a book and my coffee and will be not at all perturbed. Sharing my favourite meal of the week with someone is fraught with some hesitations for me. But share I did. As it turns out, this fellow doesn't drink coffee, and even remarked that he hates the smell of it on someone's breath. I had not one, but two, lattes. This was starting off well.
After a pleasant meal and exchange, he then says to me, "What now?". Honestly, I was thinking, well, the date was for brunch, and frankly, I am quite looking forward to doing some ironing....... But we plunged on regardless. The whole time, he did not offer one suggestion about what to do. So I had to make suggestion after suggestion. NGV Gallery? Why not? NGV Book Market? Great for me - apparently he doesn't read. Southbank markets? Sure. Finally after wondering the streets, it was a reasonable hour for a drink. And again, trusty Cath had to suggest somewhere. Thankfully I found a stellar spot, where it was declared that I was great. Finally, seven hours after the date began, we parted, with a kiss on the cheek, and an excited wish to see me again.
So, we planned another occasion to catch up. This time it was on ANZAC Day, with the plan set to be some sort of meal. He picked me up, and we drove to Albert Park, and proceeded a walk to St Kilda. It was lovely weather, and a pleasant walk along the waterfront. Lunch, again decided by me, was at a place where we could get a seat. Walking back to the car, it was decided that we would be catching up with some friends of his at the Belgian Beer Hall. At last, he made a plan of sorts! They were pleasant people and I had a nice time with them. An uneventful drive home after, left me wondering how I felt about him. He seemed nice and engaging, although I wished that he had some more balls......
Anyway, parked in front of my unit, he began to appear awkward. I thought, that this sudden change in demeanour is because of one of two things. Firstly, I thought, he is nervous, because he likes me and wants to kiss me. Or, secondly, he is nervous because he wants to dump me. So to ease his mind, I turned in my seat to face him directly, smiled and declared, "So, you are all nervous all of a sudden!". Clearly I set him at ease there and then! Rather inarticulately, he managed to mumble through the second of the options above, stating that "he didn't want a relationship". I would loved to have had the gumption to scream at him, "You were at a speed-dating evening to meet women - clearly you want a relationship. What you mean to say is that you don't want a relationship with ME!".
Thankfully, by this time, I had decided I didn't want to see him again either. So I cheerfully smiled and said thanks and got out of his car. By his reaction, he seemed surprised that I didn't break down in tears. Not quite sunshine.
So with much relief, I dashed towards my door, hugged the cat and laughed off another happily unsuccessful date.