UPDATE: 9 July: He just phoned and cancelled. He still has manflu. Sadface
He got in touch with me on Sunday. He’s taking me out to dinner this Saturday night.
Yes, I did a little victory dance.
an update on the BBDE*
Best blind date ever.
So me encountering an awesome date and Auckland having earthquakes are very rare. But last night, both collided at once.
Now I don’t know much about the earthquake, but I can tell you about my date.
He was awesome. At no time did I feel like I needed to slap him with a dead fish to burst some enthusiasm into him. He’s an electrician (his new tag name for this blog), 30, with a cheeky sense of humour, great smile and sparkling blue eyes. We met up at 6.30pm and I didn’t get home until after midnight. And no, we didn’t do anything.
He kept referring to the night as a “date” which is always a great sign, he was even cheeky to one of the bartenders and asked him to light the candles near us to “help with the romance”. After a few drinks and some tapas we headed out for a coffee – no drink driving!
He was so easy to talk to and obviously I was because he was very open and honest. He told me he had been married before, for two years. I’ll admit that when I heard that I felt a slight niggle and even he admitted that it was always a hard thing to tell someone new. They’ve been separated a year and a half now. The reason for the split? She changed her mind 18 months into the marriage and said she didn’t want children, ever. He decided he couldn’t live with that forever and I can understand that.
Afterwards he walked me to my car, gave me a hug and said he’d like to catch up again soon. Of course I reciprocated. And by the time I got home, I’d received a text from him saying he’d had a great evening and again, that he looks forward to seeing me again soon. So I’m feeling pretty confident that there will be a date number two. You can never be 100% sure with men, and whether they’re just being polite, but the fact that he told me he wants to catch up again twice within about half an hour seems like a good sign to me!
To be honest, after he bought us a bottle of Central Otago Pinot Noir to share, I knew I liked him.
He didn’t make the cut.
I know. It’s me. No men seem to be making the cut. He did everything right, he just wasn’t right. I think I’ve been dating long enough to trust my gut instincts.
Not to worry! There’ll be another… one day… who am I kidding? Probably next week.
I’m actually wondering if I even want a relationship right now. I think deep down I’d miss the flirting and freedom of being single and that is what’s stopping me. Although, I might make an exception if he’s Mr Amazing.
Now it’s a team effort to get me attached.
So… who remembers this guy? Mr Hedge Trimmer.
Well on Monday night he popped around to give us a quote for mowing our lawns. I had just finished mowing said lawns and looked terrible in my gym pants and a t-shirt. My Nana and Mum had decided it would be best if he could pop in, when I’d be home, to give us a quote. I personally just thought they were trying to amp the excitement in their lives up to that of Coronation Street.
I greeted him at the door, he was lovely, nice on the eye and easy to talk to. I thought nothing of it since it had been 9 months since we’d last heard anything about or from him. He said he’d do the lawns for $25, bargain! As he was leaving he gave me his card and asked for a number, “home number or mobile?” I asked. Instantly feeling stupid for almost offering up my mobile number. “Home number is good.” I gave it to him, feeling kind of deflated.
After he’d left Mum was on my case, “text him Bron! He was lovely and clearly a little nervous, poor man!”. “No Mum, he didn’t want my number, he just wants business from us. If he liked me he’d get in touch!” I then went on to explain the main story line of He’s Just Not That Into You to her.
I walked in the door tonight and guess who just rang me, on my home number, asking me if I was free Friday and if I like Thai food… He’s picking me up at 7.
Never date within the same industry.
A lesson that seems so simple, but has taken me a while to actually learn.
I was talking on Twitter earlier today to lovely Leah, regarding my ex the Navy Engineer (it was the uniform, I swear) and about his move to Taupo and how I made the decision he was not worth the heartache he put me through the first time. Then, as if his ears were flapping, because seriously I can not make this shit up, who do I see driving into the driveway of my work as I am leaving? Yes. Him. I nearly crashed.
Next, I hear my phone beep – a message. Him. “I just saw you! Forgot this was your work! I have a new job as chief engineer on a superyacht.” Fuckity fuck.
Have you realised the even more amazingly awesome part to this tale yet? Not quite? He’s now colleagues with the marine man I went on a date with a few weeks ago. They’re both just a wonderful 100 metres away!
Don’t shit where you eat, Bron!
No more marine men. Period.
