Luke the Stockbroker

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After recovering from that nasty cold sore that ruined all my plans, the date with the stockbroker was back on. We arranged to meet at a restaurant in the city after work.

Expectations were high for this date. We’d had a couple of phone calls full of lively chat and laughs and it seemed like we had some common interests.

I arrived right on time but couldn’t see him waiting out the front of the restaurant. I walked inside to the bar and looked around for him, but having seen only one photo of him, I wasn’t totally sure that I would recognise him. So often online type dates do not look like their photo!

The maître d greeted me and I awkwardly said I was here to meet a Luke….but I don’t know his surname. He gave me a strange look, checked his reservations, but could not find a ‘Luke’. I shouldn’t have known his surname, but he’d given me enough info during our chats to google search him and find it. However, I thought it would be far too awkward to use it and get busted for my ‘stalking’.

So I go back outside and txt him to ask if he was at the restaurant. Immediately my mind starts jumping to conclusions that I got the day wrong, the location wrong, or maybe he is the rude type and is running late….or he forgot??

He txts back saying that he is seated already and I head back inside and find him. He is wearing glasses unlike his pic and stereotypically he looks nerdier that I expected. He is nervous and a little awkward as we make small talk.

Eventually things settle and we enjoy a 3 hr dinner with non-stop conversation. There isn’t any real flirting, but I catch him looking at my boobs on more than one occasion! The restaurant is closing so we decide to head off. He walks me towards where I parked my car and we do the awkward end of night dance of do we, or don’t we kiss? I close it off by giving him a kiss on the cheek and say let’s talk soon. He agrees and gives me a wave goodbye which at first I thought was the start of a handshake – maybe it was!

Thinking back on the date whilst driving home I was feeling positive about it as I had a good time, but I was wondering if we’d lack chemistry together like the 37 yr old virgin. But I was certainly open to and looking forward to another date.

The next day I was holding out for him to txt to make the first move. By 9pm, I was thinking hmmm he did seem shy, perhaps he needs a push. I sent him a ‘how was your day?’ message. Yes, not my best work, but I was tired. He replied something equally creative and that was it.

3 days later after absolutely no contact, he messages me to ask how my Saturday was. I replied and asked how his was. That was 2 days ago.

I think that is where this story ends…

Facial Herpes Strikes


The morning before the date with the stockbroker was planned I woke up feeling pretty excited about dinner. I got ready for work, jumped in the car and started driving to the office. At the first set of lights that I had to stop at, I suddenly feel my lip tingling. I look in the mirror and there is a small red mark on my lip. Panic instantly sets in.

Surely that can’t be the start of a coldsore, surely not?!? Within 10 minutes I look in the mirror again and bam, it’s the beginnings of a cold sore. A dash to the chemist and I’m stocked up with everything humanly possible to stop the cold sore in it’s tracks. I hope, wish and pray that the cold sore will retreat. There was a moment of hope when it seemed like the cold sore was not developing, but this dream was shattered by lunchtime.

By the end of the day it was BAD. I was picturing meeting him at the restaurant and having to avoid giving him a kiss on the cheek due to my facial herpes (yes, just facial, just to be clear). Discussing herpes on the first date seems like a real no-no. Earlier in the afternoon he had told me that he was having a really busy day, so I thought I’d try my luck in that being an excuse to get out of the date rather than confess my ailment. I sent him a txt him saying that if he is too busy we could always postpone, I would understand as I’m having a crazy week myself. He takes the bait and we decide to reschedule. A win! But now I have to lay low for a while (5-6 days) until I am healed. No dates for me!

The Executive Matchmaker

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Back in August last year I had decided that I had had enough of the type of guys I had been meeting off RSVP and that it was time to look for some quality men. All the men I was meeting online seemed to not have their shit together. They were mostly in their late 30’s but seemed to be living pay check to pay check, plodding along in jobs they didn’t like and had no plans for the future.

I feel incompatible with that lifestyle. Like many single woman I know, I own my own place (except the half the bank owns), I have a good job and I definitely know what I want out of life. I’m looking for someone just like me – but with the opposite parts to mine!

So I plugged ‘professional dating sydney’ into Google and trawled through various dating sites claiming to have a professional skew. I saw many profiles of guys that looked more like career criminals than professional men. I then searched for dating agencies just to see if there was something out there superior to online dating, but most seemed like a complete scam. Then I saw one called Blue Label Life who were advertising themselves as an exclusive agency that cater to successful, professional and executive singles. That’s me! That’s me!

I googled the agency extensively looking for reviews and was surprised that I could find nothing negative, unlike all the others. But I couldn’t find much info about them at all really, which was strange as they had been around for many years. So I submitted my details, filled out a questionnaire about my dating and relationship preferences and waited for their call. I heard back from them within a few days and they asked me to head in to their office for an interview.

I was actually a little nervous. What if they rejected me? What if they thought I wasn’t a quality candidate?? I’ve since come to the conclusion that it doesn’t actually matter what you say during the interview as long as you have the cash to splurge on their membership – which is pricey!

The membership entitled me to meet 6 men over 6 months and these men would be hand picked for me by my ‘Executive Matchmaker’. I’m really busy studying and working these days, so the thought of hiring someone to search for the perfect man for me was rather appealing. I pay someone to clean my house, wash my car, do my groceries – why should this be any different??

I had three dates with guys from the agency last year and I really must tell you those diabolical stories one day, but the fourth guy is a current work in progress and so far seems the most promising!! The reason for this could very well come down to fate.

In my teenage years I can remember talking amongst my girlfriends about our future. We were discussing the usual delusional things teenage girls talk about. You know, things like how many children we would like to have (5-6), how we wanted to have our kids by the age of 22/23 as we didn’t want to be ‘old’ mums having them at 28/29. OMG, just imagine having a child when you are THAT old…..ohh.

We also spoke about our future husbands and I always said that I was going to marry a stockbroker and that his name would be Lucas. Although my girlfriends and I have since realised that we are going to be REALLY old mums as none of us had had children before 30, I have continued for many years to reference my future husband as ‘Lucas the Stockbroker’. So imagine my surprise when my matchmaker sends me a profile last week of a stockbroker called……..Luke. Ok, so it’s not Lucas, but it’s pretty damn close. I’ll take it!

We spoke on the phone last week and he sounded great. Really interesting, funny, smart. So we arranged to meet up for dinner after work this week and he suggested a reasonably nice restaurant, which in my experience is unusual on a first date. You don’t want to pay for a fancy dinner with a dud date – not that I am one of course!

So it was all lined up and we had been exchanging txts along the way so I was feeling pretty excited about the date until…..