Well if you haven't guessed it yet, this person is from Australia. He's currently on a work/pleasure trip. I almost backed out on this one, because I obviously knew this wasn't going anywhere. Let me tell you, I've tried the long-distance relationship (the guy was/is from London), and I knew how expensive it could get. I also had 5 other guys wanting to know what my plans were last night, and if that wasn't enough, a guy who I occasionally "do the naughty" with when he's in town was also trying to meet up with me. Sometimes these things get way out of hand, and would love to meet up with all of them sometimes, that I wish I was on an episode of Matchmaker Millionaire so I could just meet them all at once. However, I'm no millionairess (darn!). Alright now I'm just going off in a rant, let's get back to the date.
We decided to meet at a nearby French wine bar in my neighborhood (in my honest opinion guys should always come to you on the first date, if they don't or don't want to, keep watching for those flags) which is always so packed. I just love it though. Anyway, I get there first, because I like for the guys to look for me, and not have it the other way around. We just look too silly trying to figure out which guy is your date. He finally arrives, and finds me (yay, I do look exactly like my pictures). We order a couple of glasses of wine, we do the normal conversational routine like, where did you grow up, what do you do for work, etc. Then by the time I know how many siblings he has it's time for another round, my favorite waiter who is french insists to let him pick the next choice for us, so in my god awful french I tell him that I trust him, and to go ahead (or I at least think I said that), he brings us back a great choice, but it was so loud in there that I couldn't hear what he said it was called. Then we are sent some desserts to compliment the wine which was a very nice gesture. Everything was going well, we were having a great time, then I tell him I have to get going to meet my friends at a venue, but he was more than welcome to come along. So he asked me if I wanted him to, in which I said yes. We left the bar, grabbed a cab, and headed straight to the venue.
We get to the venue, meet up with my friends, and we start dancing the night away. However, he wanted to make out with me 24/7 at the venue, which at first was nice, but all I wanted to do was dance, and not make out the entire time! I paid $25 dollars to get in, and dance damn it! Although, I did like how he kept saying how beautiful, and gorgeous I looked haha. Time passes by, we're all having a great time, 2am hits, and the venue is closing. He asks if I want to go back to his hotel, then I think how many drinks I've had that night, and say "ehhh what the hell" never been with an Aussie. There's a first time for everything.
We go back to the hotel, make out, undress, and well you know what alcohol does to a man. His performance was... well there wasn't performance at all. I was nice about it, and just said it was ok, but what I really was thinking was "alright I wanna go home and sleep in my own bed", but by the end of that thought I passed out.
This morning, I wake up to his hands touching me and trying to wake me up. I wake up, we try again, and his performance just wasn't there... we give up, and he drives me home which was nice of him.
That was the end of our date.
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