The one I referred to by his real name – Damian

Generally when I talk with my girlfiriends about the men that I am dating, I refer to them as their ‘character’ name, i.e. the Detective, the Porsche Dude, the Canberra Guy, 6’6″ Dad etc.

I feel that it makes it easier for them to remember who is who during my prolific dating bursts, but it could also be a sign of me not committing to calling them a name until I think they could be more than a character in my dodgy dating play.

This happened a month or so ago with a guy called Damian – but let’s call him Damo for short. I met him on Tinder one night and the app showed him to be just 2kms away. It turned out that he lived in the next suburb and because he worked in real estate, we got chatting about the local area and houses and we discussed when I moved to the area, where I’d moved from etc.

The chat went really well and he asked if I’d like to catch up for coffee some time. He gave me his number and I said I’d give him a call to line something up. He sounded great and I was really looking forward to speaking with him, so I called him the next afternoon on the drive to uni. When we spoke we exchanged the usual pleasantries and then he launched in with ‘so I have to tell you I know your name is <insert real name here> and you live at <real address> and you used to live at <old real address>’. I immediately freak out wondering how he knows this? Do we have a mutual friend? Is he stalking me? Is he a weirdo??? Turns out yes….but let’s not ruin the story just yet.

There are many things that you know not to tell people that you have just met online for safety reasons. Of those things, saying that you bought your apartment 5 years ago didn’t occur to me to be a danger topic. But as he works in real estate at a local agent, he has access to a settlement database and took the liberty to look me up. Ok, so it’s weird, but at the time I thought that it was probably ok as firstly, if I had access to a system that like, I would definitely be utilising it for background checks on my dates (#noboundaries)! Second, he told me about it straight up. He could have kept that information up his sleeve for his own purposes right?

So we arrange to meet on Wednesday night and considering he already knows almost everything about me, I agree to him coming to pick me up from home which I wouldn’t usually do on a first meet! But also, he has a bit of an online presence as a real estate agent in balmain so I feel somewhat confident that I won’t be axe murdered, but I give my girlfriend all the info I have on him just in case I go missing!

He comes to pick me up in his beautiful black BMW and I’m kinda impressed. He is standing against the car waiting for me and he is all suited up from work. He opens the door for me like a gentleman and I notice that he has a cheeky smile, both factors making him really quite attractive. We head into balmain to go to a little wine bar. When we get out of the car at the bar I notice that he is a little bit shorter than me. On my Tinder profile I mention that I am 5’10. I’d asked him before we met how tall he is and he said 5’10”. I was wearing heels, but intentionally small ones as I thought we’d be the same height, but I still suspect he was more like 5’9″ (as we know, guys always add an extra inch).

But he doesn’t seem to care that I’m taller and I put it out of my mind. We go inside and sit at a cosy booth in the corner. The bar is almost empty, but it has a nice vibe. We order red wine and get chatting. He is a complete joker, making little smart ass comments every 5 seconds. It is immediately flirty between us, we order some food and sit nice and close whilst sharing the dishes eating from the same plate as we are sitting at a tiny little table.

Eventually we go to leave and as he had decided after his second wine to leave his car at the bar so that he could drink more wine, we need to find a cab. One arrives almost instantly and we head home. When we get to my place, he jumps out of the cab with me which I didn’t take as a sign of him expecting to come inside really. He may have even said something like he just wanted to say goodbye to me properly.

So we stand out the front of my apartment building in the street which is very well lit and say goodbye with some kissing. At one point I notice my next door neighbour walk past whilst we are kissing in the street like teenagers. That is a little embarrassing….

Damo had realised in the cab that he had left his house keys back in his car, so when another cab pulls up to drop one of my neighbours home, he seizes the opportunity and grabs the cab to go get his keys.

He messages me later and it seems like all in all a great date was had and I am looking forward to seeing him again.

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The last date of Dating Palooza

Sunday afternoon I was meeting up with an English gent at a bar in Surry Hills.

I got ready and it was one of those days where your hair just works out perfectly! I took this as a good sign, until I got outside and realised it was raining. At the bar, I walked in a little flustered after being rained on and looked around to see if he was there. I then see a tall gorgeous looking guy standing by the doorway…..and it is him! Now, this is a very good sign.

We met on Tinder and I usually always ask how tall a guy is before agreeing to meet, but I didn’t get around to it on this occasion. I was relieved to see he was a little taller than me and I was wearing heels. We get to the bar and order some drinks whilst making awkward chit chat.

We sit outside in the cute little beer garden with funky garden furniture. He admits to me that he was quite nervous about meeting up as I am his first online date. I am honoured! He seems to be a little self-conscious of his nervousness and it is absolutley gorgeous. 

We sit and chat and drink for a few hours and it’s really lovely. It is all going well and it seems like we are both interested in each other. Soon he takes my hand from across the table and we continue with the flirty eyes and chat until eventually he leans over and kisses me. 

The night continues with more sitting, chatting, drinking and kisses until it’s definitely time to go as it’s a school night. 

It was a great date and a great end of dating palooza weekend. I can’t wait to see this guy again 🙂

Tinder date 4 – The Script Writer

Retro image of a man writing a note

I know Tinder is awful. I’ve already had several bad experiences with it, yet I continue to play the swipe, swipe, swipe game!

Late last Wednesday night I swiped through a few guys and headed off to bed. When I woke on Thursday morning I had matched with a new guy and I had about 6 messages from him. They were time stamped between 1:30am – 2pm and they were long and it appeared that he had spent the full 30 mins writing them.

As we had not yet spoken, his messages essentially wrote about how gorgeous he thought I was and that my profile was witty and cute. Who doesn’t like a man who compliments them relentlessly?!? He was a great writer, the messages were very funny, but it was rather full on for first thing in the morning. I replied with a simple ‘wow, I don’t think I have ever been that entertained by a man whilst in bed before’. Magic answer! We spent most of the day exchanging messages back and forth and by that evening he had given me his phone number and email address that included his full name.

So I jumped on that snippet of information and stalked the shit out of him online. I discovered he was a script writer who has worked on a few Australian films I knew (and didn’t like) and many I had never heard of before. We also discovered that we work in the same street in the city, just a few doors apart. We messaged some more, arranged to catch up for a drink on the following Tuesday and then continued the flirty witty messaging until 1:30am.

I woke the next day feeling quite tired. We continued to message throughout Friday and then he asked me to catch up for a quick drink after work as he couldn’t wait for Tuesday. I was excited, but freaking out as I felt that I wasn’t looking my finest after a late night the night before and I didn’t have any makeup with me as I had been planning on heading straight home after work.

He met me out the front of work and we walked to a local bar up the street. He seemed really nervous which I was surprised at as he is a bit older and has a big public profile based on my stalking. We ordered some drinks, then some bar food and the conversation flowed with lots of sexy eye contact thrown in. I was actually surprised how much I was enjoying the impromptu date as I had very low expectations of this man being that he had a child. Ideally I don’t date men with children as I have always believed that when I have children with someone I want us to experience it for the first time together. But, with the lack of decent men out there, I have been broadening my parameters (my friend calls it descoping) and in the end it is just a date right?

During the date he asks if it actually is a date, or is it classified as a ‘meet up’. I tell him it’s a date and that most people like to classify the first meet up as a date as it gets them closer to the date quota where sexy time happens! He says ‘oh really, what is that quota?’ I tell him that it is now common practice for women to have a 17 date rule. He almost falls off his chair, but then suggests on Monday that I meet him for breakfast before work, then a coffee mid-morning, lunch, afternoon coffee….you get the idea.

He has to run so he asks for the bill. The date was going so well and we had been discussing the Tuesday date, so I felt no need to offer to go halves as I thought I’d just get the next one. We leave the bar together and head up to the main street near where my car is parked and where he can grab a cab. We have a bit of an awkward ‘how will this end’ moment, but he goes in for a kiss and it was lovely. He leaves me with a cheeky comment that he will think about how he can erode some of my 17 date quota.

I walk off with a little spring in my step. It was a great date and I can’t wait to see him again on Tuesday.