Falling Out of Love
Setting Boundaries and Self-Esteem
How to Feel More Confident About Your Looks
Your Secret Weapon of Attraction
The Better Angels of Our Nature
Major Decisions
Understanding the Nature of Male Attraction
Dating In Samara
Instant likes
“Her red hair falling like the sky” Incredible String Band
Bachelor Number 32 was the ‘living on site in the mine’ guy, who I had agreed to go to lunch with before going on a hiatus from new online boys.
We went to lunch at the Plough Inn at South Bank, and… well I’m not going to waste time with details. He paid for lunch which was nice, and he was definitely a blokey bloke, but he was just closed-minded. Not towards me, he made it very clear that he really liked me and was impressed.
But he said several things that made me cranky, so I’m not going to be seeing him again. A small snippet:
- he hates people with red hair – he couldn’t tell me why, he just said they annoyed him
- he likes to make homeless people do stuff for money – like polish his shoes with their shirts
- he thinks that all AFL players are gay
- he likes dogs, but only big dogs, because small dogs are gay
- he used the word “gay” to mean bad – AAAAAALLL THE TIME! Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
I have a lot of catching up to do. Sorry…. this date was over three weeks ago.
Bachelor Number 27 suggested we have dinner again, over a week after our sleepover. I was starting to think he wasn’t interested anymore.
“Why don’t you come over, I’ll cook” I said.
I’ll cook!?! I’ll cook!?!?
For the three days leading up to our date I kept thinking of a line out of one of my favourite TV series, Coupling. Sally says “Come and spend the night with me means let’s have sex. I’ll cook, says let’s have sex and I’ll cater.”
Oh well, it was truc, so no biggie I suppose.
He arrived, an hour late, but he had texted me to say he was going to be late. I had cooked Moroccan lamb cutlets with pumpkin and spinach salad. He complimented me on my cooking, several times, and ate 9 lamb cutlets. NINE! Holy holy moly! That’s a lot of lamb.
I also made panacotta with homemade raspberry coulis, so he was pretty impressed. I must admit I was pretty impressed with myself actually!
After dinner I started to tidy up, but he came around into the kitchen to say thank you and give me a hug. Which turned into sex (not in the kitchen Magic, don’t stress). It was okay. Not fabulous.
Afterwards we decided to watch a movie on the couch and we ended up both falling asleep snuggled up, so when I woke up and the movie had finished an hour earlier, I woke him and told him to just sleep over. He asked me to get his toiletry bag out of his car. Which I did. Why the fudge did I do that? It was freezing! Lazy bastard.
We send polite texts back and forth, but that was three weeks ago and I haven’t seen him since. I’m not sure I want to.