The Adonis

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I have just returned from my much (overly) anticipated date with The Adonis. I was expecting better – or maybe I just wasn’t expecting someone who calls himself “The Adonis” to drive a girl car and have a pet kitten named “Maddie”. I think that The Adonis is now the unofficial crazy cat lady of  online dating.

It’s bush fire season in Oz at the moment – so the authorities have banned the public from entering most of the national parks meaning that our planned hike up the Blue Mountains fell by the wayside. Only realizing this when I arrived, we decided on a quick lunch at Outback Steakhouse to start off. The conversation was great and we have a similar sense of humor. I have to say that I really enjoyed his company. He was just probably a little too much into his weight training than I would like – complete with singlet – urgh. Also, by the sounds of it – he really is ready to settle down and have the 2.5 kids – urgh.

When the bill came around I thought that it was a little too high to expect him to foot the whole amount so I threw down my card – no attempt was made by him to pay the bill or arrange to have it split. I guess he has more important things to spend his money on – like protein powder and Whiskas.

Anyway – on to the “fun” part of the date. A 7km walk around a lake somewhere in some part of the Blue Mountains. Nothing says “fun” like a 7km flat walk in boiling heat! Yeah! By the end of it, my perfectly coiffed do and pristine makeup was a beautiful sweaty mess and I had a pounding headache and chapped lips from dehydration. Really wish that I hadn’t mentioned that I “loved” hiking (slight exaggeration from the girl who restricted the search for her new apartment to within 100 meters of her workplace). He was noticeably alarmed to hear me gasping and spluttering after a few minutes.

We stopped at a little cafe before heading back to his car where I chugged down 3 glasses of water and rushed to the bathroom to try and salvage what was left of the makeup on my face. On a positive  note, we also grabbed some great iced milks and caramel cheesecake – so good! And don’t worry – I let him take care of the bill this time.

Finally on to the train station where he departed with the words that nobody wants to hear on a first date – “Well – it was nice to meet you” – or in other words – “I hope I never have the misfortune to see our paths cross again. By the way, your makeup is dripping off your face.” Wow – even Crazy Cat Lady doesn’t want me!

In other dating news – The Slovakian Guy has turned into a very persistent phone stalker. Hoping that I manage to shake him off this week. If anyone comes across my lifeless body anytime soon you know who it was.

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Things are getting a bit scarce on the dating side of things. To be honest – after THE DATE FROM HELL and THE DATE THAT NEVER WAS … I am somewhat apprehensious to follow up with any guys emailing me this week. I will, however, keep you posted on the dates I have planned! Things are just a little crazy this week with moving into my new apartment and dealing with looking like a Hiroshima victim after my sunburn episode from yesterday (to you all pale skinned ladies out there – tanning oil is NEVER a good idea – no matter how great it smells!). Also – on an even more embarrassing factor – the sunscreen that I did have on my face managed to rub off JUST above my lip. Result? Sunburn mustache – NEVER a good look. Ever. You have been warned.

I got a phone call from The Slovakian Guy over the weekend – I think he had been calling me all week actually – withholding his number (creepy!) – but I never usually pick up private number calls. I actually didn’t know who it was for a good five minutes into the conversation and managed to play along until I could figure it out! He asked me what I was doing over the weekend and noticing a free spot in my schedule asked me out for Sunday night. I told him that I would get back to him. Thank god I got sunburnt (well, not really – but you get where I am coming from) and had a perfectly plausible excuse for canceling our date. More “clammy” kisses? No thank you!

I have also been messaging a Welsh guy over the last couple of weeks. He is working here and seems down to earth and cute. He messaged me his number and told me to get back to him with a good night to go for a drink. I’ll get back to him next week when I am settled into the new apartment and start to look less “burn victim” and more “ravishing beauty”.

My golden boy at the moment is however “The Adonis” (don’t blame me for this – he nicknamed himself! His nickname for me is Kargarooella so it could be worse). Seems like a nice, intelligent, down-to-earth guy. He is quite tall – but I have a feeling that he might be WAY into his bodybuilding! We have been messaging for a couple of weeks now, swapped phone numbers over the weekend and have a date planned for this Saturday. In perhaps my most elaborate date yet, I will be taking a two hour train journey to the Blue Mountains so that we can do his favorite hiking trial and go for lunch somewhere.

Even if he turns out to be a big disappointment at least I have visited the Blue Mountains – unless he is a serial killer that is – then I might have some regrets about the whole idea. Anyway … keeping my fingers crossed for a non-serial killer!