unexpected drag queen show on a first date? fantastic!

Last night I had a seriously cute and funny first “date” with sailing Dave (this is the nickname I have given him – he doesn’t know it). I say “date” because it was a meet up for a drink, not technically a date, but what really defines a date? Anyways… the background:

I have been flirting with sailing Dave at work for the past week. I met him Monday and on Friday he asked me for my number and out for a drink. I like a man who doesn’t piss around! He’s a cheeky guy, maybe it comes with being on the sailing-scene? He’s 25, (yay – I’m not a cougar anymore!!) and currently training to head to Europe in early June to compete on a 49er (4″9′ boat – yes learnt that last night) for six weeks. They sail in pairs, and his buddy (seriously funny dude – waved at me like a madman as they sailed off, like they were on Titanic’s maiden voyage, ha!) and him are also training and planning to be at the 2012 Olympics! So awesome. A man with ambition.

Anywho, after he went sailing yesterday afternoon he text me to meet up for a drink in Ponsonby. I arrived to see a whole crowd of people dressed up in hideous costumes. He said he was worried when he arrived too. Turns out someone was throwing a birthday party in the bar and we even got to see a cabaret show! People kept asking us how we knew the birthday girl and we answered honestly “we don’t“. After a couple of drinks we switched bars. Then, being a sailing man, he took me to a cute spot on the harbour where you get an amazing view of all of Auckland city’s lights. Very cute. After a bit of canoodling and talking there we went to his place for a bit. It was all PG13!! Nothing happened, well a touch of kissing. But somehow time flew by and I didn’t get home until 3am.

Now I’m scared. I actually like this one. I think this is the worst part of being female. Haha. Let’s hope he’s a decent one and texts me again.