Saturday 11 December 2010

First impressions.....

As I arrived in Sydney I beamed with excitement; I think I half expected Aussie surfer guys to be walking round the airport, with surfboards and washboard stomachs, waiting with a big plaque welcoming me with ‘Hi Sarah’.

You can imagine my dissapointment, then, when the first group of guys I met were English. Damn, I’d come over here to avoid them, not be surrounded by them. Plus, at 18, they were just a little bit too young for me. I’ve been there with toyboys and it didn’t exactly turn out pretty!

And as the first week passed and I bumped into Irish, American and all manner of men who definitely weren’t Australian, I became increasingly disappointed. Surely I could have met these guys down at my local pub in London.

That is until I bumped into Aussie Paul* in a club a couple of Saturdays ago. I’d been told that Australian men were quite shy and wouldn’t approach me, but Paul was either a rare breed or had just had one too many beers, because one minute I was with my girlfriends on the dance floor, the next he’d dragged me off to a quiet spot to chat. By chatting I obviously mean kissing**. But I wasn’t so sure about this guy: he was lovely, but after a few half-hearted texts my first Aussie encounter fell flat on its face.

So when another Aussie guy, Ben*, offered to buy me a drink at my new local I thought I should give him the benefit of the doubt. Yes, I probably should have listened to my flatmate when she told me he was a cocky twat***, but I really saw no reason not to say yes when he asked me out for dinner the following night...

The date didn’t start too well when he asked if he could bring a friend along. Um, really? In England, friends don’t usually tag along on dates! I’m not sure if it was my confused look or the “Err, NO!” which made him realise it was a bad idea.

And after a couple of drinks I wasn’t really getting his Australian sense of humour (or maybe you just weren’t that funny Ben - sorry!) With that and his love of the pokies (yep, while we were on the date) I wondered what I’d got myself into.

The last straw came when I dared to decline his next date invitation, because I really was too busy. He sulked like a 4 year-old! So have I just picked the wrong Aussie men so far, or are they all like this? Let’s hope not!

*All names have been changed
**Or pashing, as you Aussies call it
*** Or complete dickhead, as you Aussies call them

As published on http://www.cosmopolitan.com.au/first_impressionsblogdating.htm

5 comments:

  1. You're definitely just looking in the wrong place; our boys are beautiful. Or most of them are anyway.

    Your girlfriends really need to take you to the finer spots in the city if you want to meet some decent guys.

    And really, again, you can't generalise with an entire population of men. There are a fair few dickheads and some lovely boys too, as is the case in London, or anywhere else in the world.

    Just stop trying/looking and it'll come.

    Good luck!

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  2. Let us know if your Aussie men have any better "Great Date" ideas than their English brothers ;)

    And remember, whatever happens, dating's got to be more fun in the sunshine! It's FREEZING here in London!

    Mx

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  3. Congrats on getting your article on the Cosmo website :)

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  4. No way even the friendly, care free aussies are letting us down? Is there any hope for us ladies?! Please let us know of your progress.
    Check out my singles log for my fellow disasters :-)
    http://talesfromthemorningafterx.blogspot.com

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  5. The younger guy- that's something I haven't tried yet... did you at least have fun when you did it or were you looking for something more promising?

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