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You’ve Got Potential

enhanced-buzz-wide-23193-1436363340-7Before a recent solo holiday, I received the most charming message on OkCupid, which in itself is a treat, because, well, ‘Hey Gurl’ is about as articulate as men seem to be these days.

A few replies later, and I sent the date request: I think we should grab a beer.

He was away on work for a couple of weeks, so the next ten days were spent with non-stop banter over WhatsApp. From morning til night, there was no stopping the chatter, and it was lovely.

I said to a girlfriend how this felt very much like You’ve Got Mail. We had built up this virtual rapport, that I would be a fool to not give this guy a chance, regardless of what he looked like in person.

Our first date was pretty great. Inside jokes we had developed over the past 10 days, easy chats, similar sense of humour – this was a good first date.

The date had a time limit – when we finished he had to catch a flight to a friend’s wedding. Upon him getting to the airport, I received the single best follow-up email ever. I don’t know, but after last year’s series of flings, and two and a half years of douchebags, this one feels like it has some potential.

2015
07/27
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And the boy played the blues

music is my boyfriend

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Have you ever had one of those perfect weekends? One while you’re in the moment doesn’t seem real, and afterwards seems even less so?

I’m returning from one of those.

As I’ve done in the past, if I’m travelling alone and single while doing so, I troll online dating for a local, preferably cute, tour guide. Before I made it to Copenhagen, a very cute gentleman sent me a perfectly crafted message. He dared me to say no to sushi, and well, I just couldn’t. We made plans to meet my first night in the city.

I walked to our dinner location, and began to play out scenarios in my head on how this night would play out. Nothing could prepare me for how well it all went.

He was already sitting down when I arrived. I joined him at the table and it was like magic. He was funny and smart. He was complimentary and cynical. He was cute and self deprecating.

Essentially he checked off all the boxes in my checklist. Beyond that, the banter was fantastic – he had me laughing my ass off.

We finished dinner and he said “So, I’ve got a joint if you’d like to smoke it.” It was like he read my mind.

We went for some more drinks, smoked said joint and then went to a blues bar.

When we arrived at the blues bar there was a band on stage. Now I’m not a fan of blues, so this band could have been amazing or they could have been the worst in the history of blues, either way, this was such a random thing I couldn’t hate on it.

As the band got off stage, they announced that they would have a jam session for any musicians interested in getting on stage. My date leaned in and said to me “I’m going to play some music for you” and proceeded to get on stage to play.

There I sat, in a foreign land, with a foreign boy watching him play blues.

I’m not sure who’s life this is, but I’ll take it.

2013
11/04
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A Date?

first dateA couple weeks before hooking up with my co-worker crush (CWC), we had talked about a concert coming to town. I mentioned that my concert-going girlfriend was out of town, and should he end up going, please tell me.

After I realized that things were ok between us at work, I got up some nerve.

CWC and I had a meeting which was booked weeks ago. You see, he’s the head of one of the business units I’m responsible for. We had the meeting in his cubicle and everything was perfectly professional. At the end of the meeting I said to him ‘Now for a non-work thing. I’ve decided that you are going to the concert and I’m tagging along.’

He didn’t protest.

The days leading up to the concert were filled with text messages of no significance – television shows, music I should download, quips about life. It felt great to know that this person liked me enough as a human being to share these random thoughts with me.

The day of the concert arrived. Living in the desert means that an outdoor concert on a beach is possible in October. Also, the hot temperature meant I could show a little skin.

I put on my cutest short-shorts, did my make-up, accessorized accordingly and went to meet CWC. This was the first time he would see me in non-work clothes and I was excited to show off.

We met for drinks beforehand. He looked great. A fantastic Paul Smith dress shirt, nice pants and complementary shoes. We had some bar snacks, a few pints and headed to the concert.

When the bill came he didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my wallet and he simply said ‘Don’t worry about it.’

I don’t want to sound shallow, but Good Will never did this. He never paid for the dinners we enjoyed, we always went Dutch. It wasn’t an issue , but it’s nice to have a man pay.

Off to the concert we went and again, he bought all the drinks. Towards the end of the evening he coyly asked me if I wanted to come over to hang out. Of course I did, I was waiting for a repeat performance for a week now!

We shared a bottle of wine and listened to some music. We watched some soccer and enjoyed each other’s company. Then we took off each other’s clothes.

I think this one was a date. It felt like a date. It unfolded like a date. And like most of my dates, it ended up in the bedroom.

2013
10/20
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Working on It

via Piccsy on We Heart It

After calling off my wedding, ending my relationship, and running back to my new home, I began flirting with a cute British co-worker. Well, I think he started flirting with me, but who can remember these things.

My friend pointed out his increase in visits to my desk, and I noted that he’s got really nice eyes, and looks fantastic in a suit.

The flirting continued for a couple of months – his sense of humour aligns quite well with mine and he’s got great taste in music. When I mentioned one of my favourite bands, he immediately knew them and professed his love for them as well. That was when I knew: this was definitely a crush.

One Friday evening, a few of us went out for drinks. Me, said crush and two of our colleagues proceeded to get very drunk. Towards the end of the evening there was some tension between the crush and my colleague. Fed up, he called for the cheque and made his plans to leave. In my drunken stupor, I boldly stated “I’ll share a cab with you.”

We left the bar and he said “Do you want to go for another beer?”

While I definitely didn’t need it, I said yes. Always say yes! We sat and shared a few pints of Guinness. Got to know each other a little better, talked about music and life and the general chit chat you conduct on a date. Even though this was not a date.

Somewhere between the Guinness and us leaving, it was decided that our taxi would only be making one stop – his apartment. When we arrived, he opened a bottle of champagne and we got to know each other in a different sense. We got to know each other again in the morning.

When I left the next morning I was full of shame and regret. Don’t shit where you eat!

Nervous and very anxious for Monday to arrive, it did and things were fine. He’s an adult and I pretended to be one. This doesn’t have to ruin my office life, does it?

Please say it doesn’t.

2013
10/16
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The Small Things

Photo Credit: Stop Hollywood

As I was checking Google Analytics for work, I decided to check the analytics for my personal blog as well. When I did, I noticed an odd spike in the pageviews from New York. After some digging, I am fairly certain the person spending 2 hours on my site was a boy I had dated six years ago.

Follow my logic here – this person searched very specific details about our dates (including things we said), where he worked, where I worked, and the clincher, his own name.

Now aside from the story of the most perfect first date ever, I haven’t really thought about him. Though that date, and our time together in The City is a highlight of my 20’s.

After seeing all this activity on my site, I became instantly satisfied. This person who I hadn’t seen or heard from in six years thought of me (I’m pretty sure). It was nice to know that our brief time together, six years ago, left an impression on him too. Even if it wasn’t him searching for me, I’ll remain a satisfied lady today.

Like, really satisfied.

2012
07/04
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